No.

[It's a rough, brief and instant answer.]

Unlike you, I don't have a place to go yet. I'm still looking. Your things will be here. I haven't touched much at all. We're good until next month.

[Who is throwing out who? All the indignity on Freddy's part makes his hands go into fists. If he doesn't feel rage he'll choke up.]

That's throwing you out, anyway. You're leaving, remember?