[it has probably never occurred to Linneus to use a sewing kit that way. A little nod with the question]

Yes and no. I'm between... contracts, so to speak.

[His hand cautious on his tattoo. Don't remind him of his looming deadline. Or that all the Dominants he has contracted with so far have simply disappeared.]

But this home is... mine. Not that anything is supposed to be, in this place, but... even if I contract, it will remain so.

[it still feels too good to be true. Like he is waiting for it to be taken away.]