"What gives you the right to think you could move in?"
At that question, Drake halted at the top of the staircase. He turned slowly to look at her. She had an indifferent gaze. This time, there was an iota of urgency and seriousness in it. Drake realized it wasn't something he could ignore. And he wouldn't pretend as though he didn't notice.
"You don't want me to stay?"
He tried to be reasonable, not taking a step away from where he was.
"Why should you?"
Funny enough he realized that he didn't have an answer to the question. Even though it wasn't really an important one, yet he felt an urgent need to address it.
To further amplify his thoughts, he took a break from her face, looking to the nearest wall. He probably was trying to lay his hands on the most suitable and nearest answer.
"Because I want to. You can't talk me out of it. I want to stay, whether or not you want me."
