[He makes a sound that's somewhere between a 'hm' and a self-deprecating laugh.] I don't know. I don't have any marketable skills.

I'll pay you, though. For rent. [haltingly] Thank you for... everything, I guess. I'm just--I'm still spinning out, and I still don't know if this is real, but it... I know it would worse. Alone, I mean.