“Look, a three-day weekend with you guys isn’t worth the trouble that being labeled a runaway would bring, and I’m not looking to trade the bed I’ve got for a cot worse than what I sleep on at home.” “Like that’s... wait.” Royce frowns. “What do you sleep on at home?” “This isn’t Q and A time!” “Right.” He nods. “What were we talking about again?” “You guys leaving, me staying.”
