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“Are you asking me to move in with you?”  And he’s pretty sure the hope in his voice is not lost on Zach.

“No…”

Oh.   Well shi—

“I mean, you could.  Or I could move in with you.  Or we could look for a place together that has more space.  If you wanted.”

Chris can’t begin to stifle his grin.  “You want to live together?”

“I want our lives commingled.  When you say you’re going home, I want you mean the same place I live.  I want… I want everyone to know.  I mean, we’re committed.  It’s just the next step in being committed.  But it also means…”

“It also means we don’t wonder if we’re spending the night, or if we’re going to get kicked out of bed. Because there’s only one bed,” says Chris, grinning.

“Yes.  That.  We’ll just have to each find the strength to leave the bed when one of us has early meetings or shoots and the other doesn’t.  It will be hard to leave you all warm and sleep rumpled, but I think I can finally do it.”

“Yeah.  Me too.”  Chris pulls him closer to kiss him.  “Commingled, huh?  What are your thoughts on book organization?”

Zach smiles.  “Is Dewey decimal too hardcore?”

“You’re asking the wrong man.  Hardcore is my thing.”