[there's a part of him that does feel a rush of joy to hear that - perhaps a little disproportionately large, he thinks. he has no idea what Chizuru has done to endear herself to him so quickly, but somehow she has, and being told that his home is like her own brings a smile to his face.

...something in it is a little melancholy too, though. "what a real home is supposed to feel like"... he wonders briefly if she ever had one to call her own, before being married into the Nagumo clan. again, he wishes he could do something about it, though luckily his thoughts aren't swept away in a fervent and sudden desire to wipe them off the map. this time, there's just a vague heaviness in his chest.]

Well... I don't know how feasible it would be for you, but you could consider this place a home, then. [look he's being Chizuru, offering way too much to someone he barely met!!] If you ever feel frightened or lonely, you can come back here.

[and then he stands, dusting his knees off, and glancing over in Chizuru's direction as she flexes her tea making skills.]

Even if you can't take the offer, I hope that you'll at least keep it in mind.