“They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach,” Marco remarked. “After you’ve experienced Mario’s food, this heavenly ice cream and Christine’s cooking, I’m hoping that you will finally say you will move in with me.”
“And don’t forget your cooking, that great breakfast you made.” Then Dean sighed. “Yeah, about that. It was great finally seeing your house this morning. So many memories for you. But are you sure that it would work for you to share that with me? That house is almost a shrine for you. Where would my stuff fit in? Would I be able to put pictures on the walls, display my mother’s ceramics anywhere, or would I always have to keep most of my stuff in storage, just having the things you approved of on display, the things that you thought looked good in the house, or the few things there were room for?”
Marco just looked at him. “Seriously? You’re troubled by this?”