[Gokudera leans back, enjoying the warmth filtering in through the window at his back, and the swordsman at his front. He looks up at him, then as their foreheads meet, he closes his eyes.]

Does it matter that much? We can move some things out, swap it out for stuff in other apartments, make this place our own. I'd rather not risk seeing worse. [And if there's anything better, well... the bomber has everything he needs right in front of him.]

I don't need much. Got it all right here. [And he puts his arms around Takeshi, tips his head to press his lips gently back. Gokudera can let go of his worries like this, is distracted by the touch of lips to his own.]