[ It's alright — it wasn't really about pushing the offer so much as making it clear Nate shouldn't consider Ian's sensibilities a factor. He offers a small expression that counts as a smile only by sheer technicality, and his hand leaves Nate's thigh to accommodate his retreat. ]

Okay. You don't have to. Whenever— if you ever do...

[ You know where he lives.

He settles his own elbow against the couch backing, the side of a finger settles on his lips briefly. It doesn't completely fall away when he speaks again. ]

I guess in the meantime we have to find a way to keep the tourists from messing up our city. Fucking snowbirds.

[ A gentle transition offering, if Nate wants the out. ]