[ Rook's face heats up all over again. He rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck. Sorry. He remembers that sign.
He glances down at his phone again, and wrestles with himself momentarily. Then:
Believe it or not, most people here are a lot more nosy, it just might not be to your face.
Hey, I don't mean this to be uh, more nosy or rude or pitying or... whatever, but if you want a place to stay that isn't a barn, I've got a spare bedroom you're welcome to. I live on the edge of town.
Rook doesn't know homelessness, but he has family members that do, a grandfather and an uncle that both stayed with their family in their little trailer to keep from being out in the cold. He and Nick barely know each other's names, but the way Rook sees it, he has nothing of value, if Nick was the type to steal, and he has a bedroom that's doing nothing but gathering dust. ]
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He glances down at his phone again, and wrestles with himself momentarily. Then:
Believe it or not, most people here are a lot more nosy, it just might not be to your face.
Hey, I don't mean this to be uh, more nosy or rude or pitying or... whatever, but if you want a place to stay that isn't a barn, I've got a spare bedroom you're welcome to. I live on the edge of town.
Rook doesn't know homelessness, but he has family members that do, a grandfather and an uncle that both stayed with their family in their little trailer to keep from being out in the cold. He and Nick barely know each other's names, but the way Rook sees it, he has nothing of value, if Nick was the type to steal, and he has a bedroom that's doing nothing but gathering dust. ]