Luthien takes advantage of items being removed from the bag to hop inside, head disappearing as she sniffs curiously around the corners. There must be a multitude of interesting smells he's brought back.

Devin's huff of laughter at my hero is less scornful than it would be with anyone else, and he takes the Fool's hand from his cheek to brush a kiss over his knuckles. "I would hope simple decency isn't so rare as to be considered heroic," he teases softly. A breath, and his expression grows more contemplative. "You opened your home to me," Devin reminds his partner, lacing their fingers together. "As much as I'm still getting used to sharing a space - any space - I'd be remiss if I didn't do the same when you needed it. And it is nice having you here, even if it was prompted by necessity."

Notably, Devin rarely refers to this apartment as 'home'. It's where he lives. He's beginning to suspect that 'home', if he can let himself have one at all, is wherever the Fool is. When they had lost contact during the storm-- well, that's over now, at least. They're both fine, and they're together, and that's more important.