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Dafydd caught Hartley's gaze, and a warmth spread through him that made the clutter around them fade away. He leaned against the counter, a playful smile dancing on his lips as he caught Hartley just watching him. There was something soothing about seeing Hartley in their new home, and he couldn't help but feel grateful for this moment.
"Maybe I should start a support group for people overwhelmed by kitchenware," Dafydd teased, pretending to hold up a spatula as if it were a microphone. "First rule: there's no need for a pot-ential problem—let's keep the number of pots and pans under control!" He chuckled, shaking his head at his cheezy kitchen humour.
The sight of Hartley leaning casually against the wall brought a rush of affection. "You know, I think we're going to make a great team in this flat," he said earnestly, his expression softening. "We're building something special here. It feels good."
He looked back at the chaotic assortment of utensils and boxes, then back at Hartley. "Once I've tackled this mountain of kitchen supplies, how about we reward ourselves with a nice dinner? Maybe something we can cook together? Unless we want to make a dive in the Leaky?"
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