been thinking about domestic ryanaim (domestic as you can be if you're them, i guess) and im so hung up on the image of their shitty little apartment ...
i think it takes them awhile to get there— working actually insane hours pulling some strings etc etc but just. the mental image of the two of them, finally getting those keys, completely free and safe and comfortable !!!
they sleep on a mattress for awhile before they can afford a bedframe, with scratchy sheets that they've nagged from various motels over the years. they have a mismatched table + chair set because they've just been grabbing whatever's cheapest at thrifts and off the side of the road. their shower rarely works, the sink shudders before it runs, but it's *theirs* and they bought it and that's what matters !!!
++ bonus a few years down the line (i do think ryanaim r both dog people at heart) they find a small cat with crazy fleas and mange so they take it to the vet n nurse it back to health .... ryan's insistant on keeping it meanwhile naim's too stressed about the cost of litter, vet bills, and food. ryan says they'll make it work. (guess where the kitty's sleeping when ryan squeezes through their squeaky front door.... that's right, u guessed it! on naim's chest)