The idea of hating or not hating the houses is an odd one to him, and sets him in a considering lean against the door frame. Even at home, it would seem a luxury, to walk into any of the houses here with their hard wood floors and moldings, multiple porches, sometimes multiple stories--and react with disdain.

It wrinkles his nose a bit, but--they all show up in scrubs, they all make do. There's no telling what someone came from before this place leveled the playing field.

"What do you hate least about a house? I've been in and out of a few." It's the charitable thing, he supposes, helping even a picky person find a place to live.