The sound in his chest is soft, like a chuckle that never escaped. Sweeney rests his hand over hers and looks up.

"Whad'ya think this place is?" He offers with a soft curl of a smile.

"This is me, givin' you a place ta be you. With me, when ya'll have me." It's certainly not his place as it is hers, but it's also for them.

"This is a place ta drop the bullshit an' just try ta let ourselves be ourselves. Where it doesn't matter if we fail, 'cause it's just us here. 'Cause we can be safe here."