He’d never envisioned himself in this position with anyone before, and now that it’s happening, he’s not quite sure how to feel. He knows that he’s head over heels for you, at least. He knows he wants to wake up next to you every morning, and make breakfast for you, and exchange sleep-addled kisses with you.

As you hold his hand and walk around the empty apartment with him, he can imagine you filling it with furniture, adding your touch of life and warmth to each room—making it a home. It causes a fuzzy feeling to rise in his chest.

“What do you think?” He asks you quietly as you stand in the empty living room, trying to imagine what it’d look like fully furnished. He doesn’t mind, really. He could be living in a dumpster, and as long as it was with you, he’d be perfectly happy.