[ she doesn't necessarily relate the scoff to her taking her living arrangement for granted, at first. if anything, she just thinks he's reacting to her teasing. it's not until he mentions how much better off she is that it connects for her, bringing her eyes back over to watch him. she feels bad, sorry, for having mentioned it in the first place - and even when he kind of shrugs it off with that last comment, there's a moment where she's left wanting to help.

( which is a selfish enough notion in itself. she can't bring his family or friends here for him. she can't replace them either. no matter how much she might want to spend time with him, she's never going to be that for him, and something small and hidden inside of her hurts for it. ) ]

No, our neighbors are a little bit more the sleeping type. [ she watches him move over to the couch and she watches him shift his focus and she still can't really shake that feeling. but as time passes, it does end up shifting a little. brings her to the couch with a soft smile and settling in next to him. it has her noticing how he gets a little tense and after a moment, has her sliding just a bit closer, just enough that her thigh is pressed against his and her shoulder is leaning against his arm.

he can easily slide away from her if she wants to. she won't call him out on it, or really follow. she's just...testing the water. ]

Don't worry about me. My money is in the right place. [ and then she smirks at him again, easy and light, as her attention turns back to the tv. ] I hope you have eighty bucks on hand, too.