[it's fortunate that their conversation is over the phone, so Haru can't see the red creeping up from his neck all the way to the tips of his ears; Rin isn't exactly doubtful that Makoto will like living with him, considering the amount of mornings and evenings and days they've passed together already, but it's still a kind of nervewracking thing, regardless. it's its own sort of relief to know that Haru, who knows Makoto better than he knows himself (no exaggeration -- for people like Haru or Rin, whose emotions can run ocean-vent deep, sometimes those closer to the surface are easier to understand) feels confident things will turn out just fine]

[there's some fumbling kitchen sounds, like an audible soundtrack featuring Rin floundering for words]

-- Thanks. I said that, I know, but.

[an inhale, a deeper exhale -- followed by a laugh. he's happy, thrilled, even, that Haru's Haru, in times like these (though you'd never get him to admit it)]

I wanna make a really nice place for guests to stay, too. Maybe just outside the kitchen, you know that kinda useless area there? Under the window.