[ She gestures behind her, his eyes flicker over, and a wry half-smile pulls at one side of his mouth. ]

I don't know, I kinda like the ambiance. Seems like a great picnic spot.

[ It's right up there with, like, a war zone or Tony Stark's boardroom.

At any rate, the offer seems to break through some of the tension, or the solemnity. Makes it a little easier to pretend they aren't literally on the edge of a cliff getting ready to fall - one or the other, or both. Don't think they've decided that yet.

Although...

He chews his lips. Falters back into an uncertainty at the offer that flares up sudden in his mind.

His power.

How maybe it could help.

Might not be something to approach in a dream on first re-connection. He'll turn it over for later. ]

You can swing by, if you want. I can cook. Maybe leave so you can take a nap on the couch.

[ Compromise. Still offer what he means to without you wanna move in with me, virtual stranger and part time victim?

If his place is too intimate or uncomfortable a setting, though-- ]

Otherwise, I know a great cricket taco Thai fusion place.

[ Also wry, but believe it or not that's a real goddamn restaurant.

They're not bad. ]