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"They're made with love." It really is as simple as that. "And...you could stay in my room or on whatever bed I end up on afterwards. Because sometimes it's just like that, you pick a comfy bed or couch and call it home for the night."

"That set up really is working out for you all, huh? ...I'd like that, it's nice to have the sort of ambient noise of people around sometimes, and having you close is a welcome bonus."

It's playful, but not a joke. Slowly, Connie reaches out her other hand to gently brush her fingers against their cheek, the movement broadcasted so as to be easily redirected, moved away from or into. The hand holding theirs never strays.

Oh, Coda leans into it, closing their eyes. Don't tell anyone, but they're ferociously touch-starved, and any opportunity to get a little affection is taken with aplomb. But they have a thought in the back of their head about what Connie's just said. There is plenty of room...

They'll need to discuss it with the boys. After all, Gil's necessary for moving walls.

"It's pretty nice to have. Works out better than the random roommate thing. Speaking of, are you looking forward to a potential new face in yours?"

Connie's eyes light up, and she settles that hand so she can comfortably cup their cheek, warm against the chill, thumb repeating the gentle arc across their cheek the way she'd stroked their hand.

Connie's always been an affectionate person, with the people she cares about. CT finds it less easy, hiding behind the walls she's built, but here and now she's not CT. With Coda she's not CT, probably hasn't been for longer than she's admitted to herself.

She exhales deeply. "Looking forward to it might be a little strong, considering it's impossible to know what sort of person might appear, but... it'd be nice for it to be less quiet, I imagine anyone else who turns up would be around a lot more than Tailgate was, unless they're just as incapable of sleeping inside."

Edited (a word) 2021-06-01 00:45 (UTC)

"That'd be pretty unlikely, statistically, that you'd get another roommate who can't...room." Is that how that verb works? Does it matter? Coda doesn't seem to care very much in this moment. They lean into the touch, kissing the palm of Connie's hand.

“Mm, probably, but the city and logical probability don’t always go hand in hand,” she says, practically a hum. She watches them for a long second with eyes that it wouldn’t be wrong to call adoring, before asking: “...shuffle around a bit so I can lay down with you? If you’d like?”

This is nice, them curled up around her sitting there, but...

"You want big spoon or little spoon?" Coda's fine either way, already moving to make Connie some room. "I mean, I know you're a knife, but..."

“You know it.” Connie giggles, shuffling down to lay facing them, first. Her fingertips brush over their cheek again, and she leans to kiss them softly on the forehead. “Mm... big spoon? This time, at least. Both are nice.”

They let out a soft little hum at the forehead kiss, before rolling over to tuck in against Connie, their back to her front. "They are both nice. I tend to default to little spoon, but part of that's a height thing. Otherwise I end up more of a jetpack than a spoon, especially with Bugsy."

Connie immediately nuzzles against their shoulder, letting out a relaxed, easy sigh, her arm around them. “Yeah, be around our height and you’re shorter more often than not. I quite like being the jetpack, sometimes, but the nice thing about tall people is how tucked up you can get when you are little spoon.”

But this is good. Tucked up comfortably at Coda’s back, holding them. She’s completely at ease, totally and utterly content. To think she’d been so worried about telling Coda, it seems silly now.

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