“You’re not some stranger I met at a bar or something, Jesse,” Trey says stiffly. “I thought we were—but apparently I’m wrong.” He whirls around and starts to leave.
Jesse feels bad. He wants to be left alone, wants Trey to just go away and yet why does he feel like he has just kicked a poor, helpless puppy?
“Trey, please! Please don’t go.”
Trey stops in his tracks.
“Jesse—” he says, turning back to look at Jesse.
“I’m sorry, Trey. I shouldn’t have said that. You—you saved my life.”
Trey sighs and walks back towards Jesse, nudging the chair nearer to the bed. He sits.
“Jesse, what’s wrong? How come you don’t have a place to live? Has it been long?”
“No, only since yesterday.” But it feels like forever. “My roommate moved out and I can’t afford the rent on my own. They kicked me out. I don’t have enough money to get another in such a short time around here. Those rooms are just —”