Mel asks him what he’s doing at some point and he reluctantly admits that he’s trying to figure out if he can swing a room somewhere (he long gave up on a place of his own) or if he needs to move back in with his parents, because between mortgage, student loans, medical and personal debt, child support, the car and feeding himself, things are looking bleak.

Mel’s eyes light up. She’s been looking for someone to move in, because Becca is at middle hill full time now, but the flat isn’t ideally set up for roommates who don’t know each other, some strange architecture and doors connecting rooms that really shouldn’t be there, does he want to come home with her after work to see it? Hell yeah he does.

He moves in the next day but can’t afford a bed for the life of him right now. Mel offers to front him the money but he insists he’s already imposing too much since she’s already not making him pay anything upfront and allowing him to get her the rent with his next pay check. He insists the floor is fine. Mel tells him hell no. He suggests the sofa. She says no, his back is bad enough, she’ll take the sofa. He vetoes that. Mel says her bed’s big enough, they’re adults they can share a couple of weeks til he gets his room sorted.