That is exactly what Joel had been thinking and he knows it's not a birthday or Christmas, but it's still been sort of a big deal in his head and he smiles, flushing faintly when Spencer says as much. His fire escape isn't exactly roomy, especially once he had put both chairs out there, and there isn't anything particularly special about it except that it's the place he's watched the fourth of July fireworks every single year since his arrival in Siren Cove. Twice with Charlotte, then eight years in a row alone. And the view is actually pretty spectacular, especially given that it's a rusted fire escape on the back of his bookstore. It's the one thing he knows he'll miss about his apartment should he and Spencer end up living together, because he can't imagine for even a second asking Spencer to come live with him, not when he has his family's home.
He flushes faintly, though he hasn't said any of this out loud. The idea of living with Spencer is one he's thought of a few times and he's not particularly surprised that he's thinking it, not when things have been going so well. Yet he thinks it might be too soon to be having such thoughts, that they'd only tried to have their first date a month ago, that he had only called Spencer his boyfriend for the first time two weeks ago, but it feels right at the same time. And he feels like he's probably not the only one thinking about their future like this.
"I picked up some beer, too," he says, taking Spencer's hand and beginning to lead him in the direction of the store. "I know it's not whiskey, but it felt more appropriate to the day." Those are really the only two things he drinks with what might be considered any sort of regularity, but even that is pushing it. He's never been one to drink to excess very often and even when he has alcohol in his apartment, he often forgets it's there until months later when one of the bottles clinks against something else in the fridge. It had once taken him nearly an entire year to drink six bottles of beer he'd had stored in his fridge. "And I do, too. I... I like the idea of it being just the two of us. It's..." But he's not sure what it is, exactly, only that he really does like it and he huffs out a laugh and shrugs his shoulders.
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He flushes faintly, though he hasn't said any of this out loud. The idea of living with Spencer is one he's thought of a few times and he's not particularly surprised that he's thinking it, not when things have been going so well. Yet he thinks it might be too soon to be having such thoughts, that they'd only tried to have their first date a month ago, that he had only called Spencer his boyfriend for the first time two weeks ago, but it feels right at the same time. And he feels like he's probably not the only one thinking about their future like this.
"I picked up some beer, too," he says, taking Spencer's hand and beginning to lead him in the direction of the store. "I know it's not whiskey, but it felt more appropriate to the day." Those are really the only two things he drinks with what might be considered any sort of regularity, but even that is pushing it. He's never been one to drink to excess very often and even when he has alcohol in his apartment, he often forgets it's there until months later when one of the bottles clinks against something else in the fridge. It had once taken him nearly an entire year to drink six bottles of beer he'd had stored in his fridge. "And I do, too. I... I like the idea of it being just the two of us. It's..." But he's not sure what it is, exactly, only that he really does like it and he huffs out a laugh and shrugs his shoulders.