He'd told Ro recently that the last few years of his life had gone by in such a blur it almost felt as though he hadn't aged. He had a wide variety of friends of varying ages — younger than him, his age, much older. Theo didn't think much about it, at the end of the day. He knew, though, that at thirty, it was about time he got his own place. Not his own own — he was a far cry away from being able to afford to buy something himself, especially in San Francisco, but River and Spencer had their beautiful thing growing, and Theo wanted to be involved, but also to give them the space they deserved. It would be a good change — closer to school, an easy trip into the city, down to Oakland, and then there was the chance to live with Gigi again, and that wasn't something he'd have given up lightly.
She was, similarly, his favorite cousin. When he opened the door and saw her there, tacos and all and big smile, he matched it and wrapped his arms around her to drag her into a tight hug, a cheek to cheek kiss pressed against her own. "Are you psychic?" He joked. "I was starving. Thinking about tacos all day." He stepped aside, letting her in. River's place was — genuinely — insane, and Theo knew they wouldn't be living anywhere as nice and huge and perfect, but he was still excited to carve out his own little space in the world.
"Come in, come in, come relax, I'm just packing a little bit. Nothing too crazy yet, haven't signed a lease, but — you know. Getting prepared."
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