[ Riz feels himself begin to sweat as Fabian does very little but stare at him for a second, smile a little strained as he cocks his head at him, trying his damnedest to read his expression. The less he knows someone, the easier it is to read them, he finds. No, that's not quite right -- the less he knows about someone, the less worried he typically is about how they'll react to something, and that tends to cloud his vision more than anything else. Was it weird of him to suggest living together? Sure, Riz is used to the perpetual sleepover that is the Hangvan, but Fabian's a whole year ahead of him, with a big house to himself, and a big king-sized mattress he's gone to great pains to emphasize the importance of. ]

Yeah? [ His brows knit. ] Was that a weird thing to ask?

[ Riz has learned, over the years, that the only thing weirder than the stuff that comes out of his mouth sometimes is his tendency to ask people immediately afterwards if it was weird to say it. It has not stopped him from asking anyway. And besides, while Fabian can be pretty judgey, it's the jovial sort that makes him tease Riz before going right along with it anyway, which he's pretty sure is just your normal bro-style friendship. Not that Fabian looks very bro-y right now. He looks kind of emotional, actually? ]

Just... two bros living together. Having one, uh -- one big ol' sleepover. It'll be fun!

[ Yes? No? Give him something to work with here, Fabian. ]