For a bit Caleb simply watches with amusement as Yussa pokes around where he pleases, providing insight and explanation where necessary. But before long he has to return downstairs to finish their dinner, though he tells Yussa he is welcome to stay and continue perusing. It is a great deal of trust to place in another wizard, to allow him in his private workspace unattended, but Yussa has more than earned it.
He returns to collect him when their food is ready, and over it they discuss the things that had caught Yussa's interest. This pleases Caleb more than he thought it would, to serve Yussa a meal he prepared himself and discuss the personal projects he has been working on.
They move to the living room after that, where Caleb stokes the fire in the hearth and they each pick books off the shelf, and they spend as much time reading as talking. They settle on the couch, Yussa with a blanket over his lap to ward off the chill he isn't used to. When their glasses of wine are empty, Caleb makes more tea. For all its simplicity, it is a wonderful evening. Caleb hasn't had very many like it, and he doesn't want it to end. But the clock in his mind is a constant reminder that it is growing late. When he can't ignore it any longer, he lays his book face down against his leg and looks to Yussa. He has not yet made any indication that he wishes to leave, which is encouraging.
"You are welcome to stay here tonight, if you wish," he offers shyly. "But as you have seen, I do not have a guest room. So I, ah..." After everything they've shared, this still makes him blush. "I only have my own bed to offer you."
no subject
He returns to collect him when their food is ready, and over it they discuss the things that had caught Yussa's interest. This pleases Caleb more than he thought it would, to serve Yussa a meal he prepared himself and discuss the personal projects he has been working on.
They move to the living room after that, where Caleb stokes the fire in the hearth and they each pick books off the shelf, and they spend as much time reading as talking. They settle on the couch, Yussa with a blanket over his lap to ward off the chill he isn't used to. When their glasses of wine are empty, Caleb makes more tea. For all its simplicity, it is a wonderful evening. Caleb hasn't had very many like it, and he doesn't want it to end. But the clock in his mind is a constant reminder that it is growing late. When he can't ignore it any longer, he lays his book face down against his leg and looks to Yussa. He has not yet made any indication that he wishes to leave, which is encouraging.
"You are welcome to stay here tonight, if you wish," he offers shyly. "But as you have seen, I do not have a guest room. So I, ah..." After everything they've shared, this still makes him blush. "I only have my own bed to offer you."