"No, I--" He laughs at that, because it's all so fucking ridiculous, all of it, ridiculous and surreal, and if he weren't so sure that he's awake right now he'd be half convinced he was dreaming. He shakes his head, still chuckling, looking up at the window again. Dark, shades drawn.

"Trenton is just convenient. I wanna be with you."

Just like that. Huh.