There's an awful lot of breathin' room, but I can hardly move

[Not even realizing what he'd said, he laughs, probably a little too much because of the excited and anticipatory nerves that roll through him as he waits for Jason to walk into the little apartment. It's not big. There's not a lot of room for their stuff. A small closet that would have to hold their regular clothes, along with their suits, weapons and other various accoutrements.

Still, it's a nice place. Smaller than the hotel room they've been living in, but like Dick said, he doesn't need much. It's got a couch and a bed, and a little place to cook stuff.]

I was thinking that if we eat on the couch or at the coffee table, we could ditch the dining room table and set up an extra space for our work stuff, like a computer desk, and tiny command center there. It could work. We could get nicer bedding, black leather couch. Those are just thoughts...