Who's they? I ain't met anybody after putting money down. It's a lot of don't ask don't tell.

[Freddy shrugs, neither proud nor ashamed about his little studio apartment. It's still spartan compared to any of the other places he calls home. This was always meant to be temporary, a refugee camp of some sort. Oh that kiss feels good.]

....You want a drink? I got beers in the fridge. [That's all he has in the fridge.]