“Good question.” At Darian’s expectant smile, Stacy shrugged. “I was sixteen. Left home, dropped out of school. Where the hell else was I supposed to go?”
“True,” Darian conceded.
Stacy admitted, “I’ve got plans though. Nothing definite, for sure, but I’m doing pretty good this time around, so far. When I graduate, or whatever? I’m moving on. Gotta save up some money first.” Twisting his mouth into a bitter grimace, he added, “Gotta find a job first, then save up the money. Or I’ll be out on my ass in the street at the end of this month.”
Darian laughed. “He wouldn’t kick you out.” Stacy didn’t reply, and Darian’s grin slipped away. “You’re joking. He wouldn’t.”