Vegas snorted. "Have you met me? Do you think I could live in a shack?" They could, but Vegas would make it miserable for them both. But he chuckled softly. He understood Pete's sentiment. Where they landed wasn't nearly as important as being together.

He tilted his head to press his cheek against Pete's hair and then added, "Maybe we could have a little flat above the bar." As long as there was a place to sleep and a place to cook he could be happy like that with Pete. He thought. He might be a little too spoiled to give up all his luxuries.