"Coffee..." He watches her clear the closet for him, arms drawn around himself. This place is so much different... Her apartment was warm and small and cozy, and this place was harsh and cold and big.
"Do I have to have my own space?" He doesn't really want it. He doesn't want to live someplace like this. He would never be able to leave his closet if he did.
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Date: 2014-09-14 06:30 am (UTC)"Do I have to have my own space?" He doesn't really want it. He doesn't want to live someplace like this. He would never be able to leave his closet if he did.