[Ah, and something settles in his soul as Bruno says it. It's nothing he hadn't known, nothing Bruno hasn't whispered to him before, but it's still what he was aching to hear this entire time.]

I love you too.

[Polnareff basks there for a long few seconds, content in the silence, before pulling back with a little smile. Some of the tension has cleared, and it's with a far easier tone he adds:]

I was thinking . . . maybe I could start-- y'know-- sharing a room with you for real. I'm halfway moved in already, and I mean . . . I like it better, the nights where we share a bed. I like ending the night that way.