"I hope it is," he says quietly. Because he's not sure, and he's not sure what he'll do if it's not. But it's a risk, like any other risk he's ever taken... even if it isn't, not really.

On paper, if it doesn't work out, right now he's only out a few hundred dollars. Maybe not even that; he hasn't signed a lease.

But this isn't about paper.

For the next hour he doesn't speak, doesn't push Neil to speak, just looks at the road ahead of them and tries not to overthink anything. When he speaks again they're past the Trenton city limits, and as he turns down a sidestreet, trying to make sure he remembers the way, he clears his throat and glances at Neil again.

"I actually got here earlier today. Had some shit to take care off. Also had some thinking to do."