"Ask Jo?" He spoke with an apologetic shrug. "Her Hall, I just stay." He tried to explain. He didn't feel he had any right to invite company over. It was Jo's house in his mind, he was forever a guest. It was something he needed to learn to get past but after the last four years of his life the idea of anything being his seemed to foreign of an idea.

"What is patience?" He asked after a second, looking up from where he tossed the bag over his shoulder.