That's a good smile to see, like sunlight has briefly poured into the room. And, if Devin is being honest, a better answer than immediate agreement. It tells him that his partner has as clear an understanding of the gravity of such a decision as he does, and is as respectful of it. Not that he would have expected otherwise, from the Fool, but it's still nice to have that as affirmation: that they're managing this together, on the same page.

Devin squeezes one of the Fool's hands and opts to settle his on top of theirs. "I know." His eyes drop to where they hold each other, once again cradling a fragile moment between them while he thinks carefully of what he wishes to say. They've gone over his issues with attachments, the manner of life he used to live that prevented such bonds as this. This is-- deeper. Rooted in why he only calls this place his apartment or residence, and never anything warmer or more permanent than that. "Before-- when you were still living in the cafe, that was where we would go. That was where I preferred to go, quite frankly. Because it was where you were. Whether we wait to find someplace bigger or not--" 

Devin hesitates, forcing himself to meet the Fool's amber gaze. He has to learn to stop looking away in fear and discomfort, someday. "What I mean is that I can be wherever you are, and-- be happy." The Fool is his home, he's trying to say, and the particular arrangement of walls and furniture matters not at all by comparison.