his arms cross over his chest, lips pursed and brow furrowed as he waits for the other to re-enter. "what makes you think that?" he asks, head cocking as he says it. "clients is too serious of a word. you're.. a guy i provide a service for sometimes." that's just the definition of a client. "if they need a place to stay. or they want to." he shrugs and throws his hands up in defense. "maybe i just don't like sleeping in this apartment alone, sue me. i get lonely." he hadn't lived alone for more than a few months since.. well, ever. this is the longest he'd ever been single, the longest he'd ever not had someone crashing on his couch. he misses hearing someone else breathing in the apartment. "and you get a place to stay tonight and i'm super cool to hang out with. so we both get something out of this."