[ he makes to follow her, noting the sight of his own room as they continue on to hers, the distance hardly being too far at all — and making him wonder if he'd really been that preoccupied with all his failed shifts and attempts to securing more steady work for him to have missed that a beautiful young woman was living this close to him for the past few days. at the very least, it springs a bit of hope that this won't be the last he sees of her.

stepping within her space, it's close enough to his own, just as simplistic with the way he's barely made much efforts to turn it into anything too comfortable, nothing beyond stocking the fridge with as much as he could afford with what little he had.

with her offer to sit, he peers around before settling on the chair free of her bag, watching as she moves in and out of the bathroom. ]

Dark blue, sort of a navy. Anything you've got is more than fine, though. I'm sure it'll make it look better regardless.

[ he cracks a light playful grin, his mind now turning to her intent to give his pants a fix, suddenly mapping out the process in his mind as he stares down to knees, extending it out a bit to watch the ripped fabric graze together and split. ]

Do I, ah — do you sew it like this or — ah, should I take these off?