"It's not like you're moving to another city," he rolled his eyes, turning to strip the other of his shirt before taking his hand and drawing him down to the bed and sliding on top of him.

"Besides, now I won't be right across the hall. Might as well enjoy easy access while you have it, right?" He grinned, nipping at him, not admitting that a part of him was... upset, maybe, that FDR wouldn't be across the hall anymore.