"That is cheating," David answers. "But I'll allow it, because I'm about ninety-three percent certain future me still has excellent taste and that anything he wanted is something I'll want now."

He has to allow for seven percent, just in case Patrick has ruined his aesthetic somehow. Not that he wouldn't want it to happen. Being in love sort of trumps aesthetics. Sort of.

"Are we going to be cheesy and put one of those fireplace things on the TV?" he asks, then groans. "God, I miss a real fireplace."