Jason sat outside on the fire escape, disappointed that even a cigarette couldn't calm his nerves. Fuck his hand hurt and he'd have to clean everything up before she got home. Not like it really mattered at this point, how many more weeks would they have left in it anyway.

He could barely afford to pay the rent by himself. The electric was already on a final notice and he would probably starve if Jim wasn't always "forgetting that he already ate." The old man was the best at anything to do with cars, but he was a shitty liar.