"Yeah, probably," Irie agreed. "My parents... um, the master suit, I mean, has a walk in closet that I've always thought was big enough to be an office. A small one, but I don't know how much room you'd need. Or you could use the small spare bedroom behind the kitchen." He fiddled with his shirt a little. "Maybe you could just take the downstairs as your area and I could have the upstairs as mine? I won't really need the kitchen since I don't... I don't eat..." He swallowed hard, a dark mass rising within him.
No! No, he could not think of that right now!
"Anyway!" he said, moving on brusquely, "the downstairs area is bigger, so you could have people over and stuff, if you wanted. You know... just... do as you like." He turned and looked out the window, suddenly wishing for solid walls that would not let him see outside. It was nothing but torment. Besides, the windows let in the light. What did he need windows for?