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He looks around, feeling rather lost in the midst of a large apartment.

"It's certainly that." He says, lamely. "I do like it, it's only going to take me a bit to get used to this amount of space."

Bodhi nods, frowning. "I know what you mean. That's why I was specific about the rooms. We can't get too lost in a kitchen or an office, right?" A living room was too weird an idea.

"Well, I appreciate your foresight. Good job. Shall we go exploring?" He pokes his head into what he thinks is the right direction for the office.

Bodhi falls into step, though he turns back to make sure Dio isn't being too dreadful. At the moment he appears to be nursing hurt pride, so the kitten must have taken back some of her own. "Alright, you big bully, leave the little bully alone," he says absently, opening the door to the study. Like the rest of the place, it's rather spare, but at least the electronics are of the right era.

Bodhi might have moved the two desks to be side by side. Possibly. Other than that it's just as it arrived. "There's not much shelf space. I didn't think of that until, well, we wouldn't need it back--I mean, neither of us actually owns books, anyway. We can just keep library piles."

Hux smirks, and pets Dio on his way over. Huck is nearby, exploring on her own and doing her best to ignore the much larger threat in the room.

He walks into the study area, poking about curiously.

"I can build some, if we find things in port." He loves this odd playing at domesticity. It feels thrillingly illegal.

"Good idea." Not very practical, exactly, easier to ask or even buy in some ports, but making a project of it has its appeal. "That's one thing to be said for the extra space. A little rearranging and we could probably set up plenty of projects in here. If you needed to build some dog wheelchairs or something."

"I can't believe you remembered my medicated ramblings. You know I was half mad at the time I suggested those, right?"

"I will never forget heavily medicated Hux as long as I live," he says with his usual wry monotone. "Really, though, if a proper workspace was... there's room."

"My medicated self was an entirely different person and you have unrealistic expectations of him." Hux sits down at one of the chairs, checking the lighting and power.

"I like this."

Bodhi has a snotty point to make about inhibitions and in vino (percocet) veritas. It doesn't make it out of his mouth. He is trying very hard not to be ridiculous, but Hux basking in a spot made for them to share us... He swallows and straightens up. "Good. Me too."

He nods to the other chair beside him at the second desk.

"Did you think of that, or did the Admiral?"

"There were two of them. I just did a little rearranging." His sheepish shrug is a bit too quick. "I'll move it back if...”

"No! No, I like it. I think it's a good collaboration." He cuts Bodhi off.

"We can work on projects together here."

"That was kind of the plan, yeah," Bodhi mutters. "But, well, this was what I figured we'd use. I can't see us actually wanting, you know, a dining room or anything like that."

"A complete waste of space." Hux agrees. "We have a canteen for that."

And he can't see them taking to entertaining much, though Hux is the more socially apt of the two of them by far these days, what does he know? Bodhi slides into place behind Hux and sets a hand on each shoulder. "This... this works, then?" He knows the nerves are irrational. This was Hux's idea. Any little changes are probably easy.

He reaches for Bodhi's hand on his shoulder, holding it reassuringly.

"It works." Hux's tone brokers no argument. "I'm pleased." Sometimes it helps to spell things out precisely.

It really does. Flustered but convinced, Bodhi finally manages to stop fussing. About that. "How's the shoulder?" Since his hands are already in the right place.

"Better." Bodhi's need to fuss is transparent even to Hux, to whom the concept of being fussed over is practically alien. He rotates the shoulder with a warm smile.

"You don't mind taking a look, do you?"

"Absolutely not." It's always comforting to be able to zero in on something he's sure is wanted, not to mention the fact that it's just nice, hovering behind Hux and having pretty free range for cuddles. "I cant say you don't take care of it. Guess I'll be keeping you hours now. You still go to the gym at kriffing awful in the morning?" He's teasing. It's not like he has a schedule to disrupt.

"Five is a perfectly reasonable time of day when you want to take a shower and be at breakfast by eight." He replies silkily, with no amount of disdain for those who keep later hours.

"But I will do my best not to wake you when I leave."

"You might as well," he admits in all fairness. "I can at least do caf and morale boosting." He is not one for the gym.

A nod and an exhale, as he tugs subconsciously at one of his gloves. Maybe this will work.

"I've never shared a bed with anyone. It'll be a new experience for me."

Well. That's one question answered. He coud, he supposed, have actually asked it and saved the trouble of the extra bedroom. But he doesn't really care about the admiral's trouble, if any. And if Hux had said no he'd have had to live with that, while just quietly taking a separate bedroom would just be a choice, not a rejection.

Bodhi takes a moment to consider his response. Hux has certainly never expressed interest in his dubious expertise. "I haven't fallen asleep on you often enough to get some practice in?" he asks lightly, testing the tension of the trouble spot under his thumb before he goes too deep.

He smiles despite his nerves, and shakes his head.

"No, I mean. That hardly counts. That's either your couch or mine, not 'ours'."

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