"Okay. Safer living with other people," she repeats, giving a nod. She hasn't lived with other people in what feels like forever. But forever is really just six years. Six years since Ronnie 'died' the first time.

"I'm sorry," she blurts out. "I've interrupted your morning and intruded on you and your roommates." It's an assumption, considering he said living with others is safer. "You've been more than kind. Thank you."