Chris lifts his leg slightly and let’s it fall back onto Hawke’s leg without a second or even first thought. Teasing he could do, patronizing got a kick.

He looks up at him when Hawke’s tone shifts from comforting to thoughtful, Chris’ brow raising as he followed along the thought path.

“I was trying to just muscle through it, but your thought seems better, if I’m reading it right. I’ve no kitchen and no laundry except the bathtub, but you’d be welcome to settle here a time, if you like. Truly not so far from the housing anyway.” He pauses and lets his head fall back again.

“I’m still not so sure on having others over to the house, though. And any kink play is likely to happen here, but I plan that stuff out, so I’d try not to spring it on you.” But it was something to consider.