Considering he's the one who punched me in the face without provocation the first time we met, then stole my fucking clamshell so I was sleeping on the floor for the rest of the week before ultimately desecrating my corpse? Yeah, I'm gonna be like that. Katy's the only one who's treated me like a human fucking being the last two weeks, but it's not like even with her my schedule's been swimming; she has other shit to do.

[He's not going to pretend to like someone who's had it out for him since the second they met, sorry.]

Surprise, surprise: I'm homeless!

[Maybe if he's sassy about it, it won't suck so much.]

Not really. And at least this is familiar, even if I don't have a bed.