[It was a good thing that he continued before LeFou could get too crestfallen (of course he shouldn't, stupid, stupid), though he still had to lift his gaze again from where he'd let it fall to the little silhouetted tattoo of Maui on the man's breast.

He smiled, thoughtfully, at the suggestion and shifted his weight to fold both arms under his chin.]

I don't know if there's enough room. Unless we move the dresser and chest out of here first, and then fit what we can back in afterward.

[He was trying to not make it too apparent how into the idea he was, but he was thrilled by the conversation nonetheless. It was...domestic.]