you are a weapon and weapons. don't. weep
Rael's words fade into the ether and Asher steps cautiously over the room's threshold, his crimson eyes darting around as he takes in...everything. The two beds, the fireplace, and the room divider; it was grander than anything he'd slept in before. Granted, he never spent the extra coin for something outstanding. He only needed the bare minimum to survive and sometimes he felt guilty even taking that.
His eyes land on her and he gives a nod before he even attempts to talk, his arms hanging limply at his sides. "Rael, this is...amazing," he says quietly, almost reverently. And he gestures to the room at large with a sweep of one of his hands. "I...even the little board." He clicks his tongue with a small chuckle. "You've thought of everything. I mean, I hadn't even considered..."
Because why would he? Asher was under the impression that this thing between them would eventually end, that someone would come along and be better, more useful, perhaps even softer than he ever could be. And she would leave with them...which was completely fine! If that was what she wanted to do, he was not going to stop her. After all, her happiness—her ability to play and wake up—superseded everything.
"Our very own headquarters," he repeats with a grin. "If I start making a mess of things or if I'm a shitty roommate, don't be afraid to tell me. I've...it's been a long time since I've lived with anyone. I'm a little set in my ways."
[ @Rael ]