[ oh my god he might cry again. or laugh. he ends up just knocking his shoulder against hers gently and shaking his head as he bites into the cake. not bad, considering (yes, that's the first time he tasted it.) he really needs to chill tf out. ]

You sure you can deal with another year of living with me? We'll probably be up to our necks in dogs by then.

[ it's definitely a 'no' he would never make her move out. but she'd initially moved in because she felt safe with him. she's carving her own place for herself here and he'd never begrudge her that either. ]

You're always welcome here, sweetheart. No marriage required.