[Credence tried to picture where Kieren had lived but his imagination fell short. He had never been anywhere outside of New York and never very far from the ten block radius that he was allowed to go.]

Could I see it, your home? A picture or in a book maybe?

[He didn't know if it was possibly here in the city, but he could ask around if Kieren wasn't sure.]

Oh. [His eyes follow Kieren's finger, flitting to his lips as he licks the icing off. His own lips part in surprise but then Kieren's spitting it out and he realizes that it's because he can't eat food.] Does it taste of anything?

That looks like a good place.

[He doesn't have any free hands now, much to his disappointment, so he settles for walking close as they move towards the open couch. Credence takes a bite of his cupcake and then sets it aside before making himself comfortable with the mug still in hand. For some reason, he blamed his new found libido, he couldn't stop thinking of Kieren's finger or his mouth. When Kieren is settled in beside him, his eyes linger there, as if he's studying something that is at the same time beautiful and perplexing.]

Would you mind if we sat close to one another?

[They were in public, something that Credence was acutely aware of.]