The kiss was a pleasant greeting, and he leaned into it, lightly wrapping an arm around Rhy in return. The comment is met with a small shake of his head, “I know you weren’t, but... I wanted to. I like having you around, dear. As it was, I’d rather let things get out of hand.” More than he should have, if he were being honest.

“Now we can use the whole space without having to mind where we walk or sit... Or that uh— Pretzel might chew on a file.” 

He moved then, drawing Rhy gently over to the desk to show him some of his work. “Now you can do some of your council paperwork, without worrying about it getting mixed up in whatever I’m working on.” He’d tried to make it comfortable, a nice chair and a little lamp... But he was sure Rhy would decorate it a little more to his liking.