Remy watched Warren as he slept. Since he hadn't dared take Warren to a regular hospital, he had taken Warren home and called Tante. Tante had done what she could and told him that it was up to Warren. She was in the kitchen now, making tea for them. What had driven Warren to this?

Warren took hours to wake up. His body was full of alcohol and an overdose, though thankfully not fatal, of his meds. When he finally awoke, it was to a splitting headache and the realization that he had no clue in hell as to where he was. He groaned as he opened his eyes and then quickly shut them again. Everything was spinning and the lights were much too bright.

As soon as Warren woke, Remy laid aside the book he had been reading. "Lay back Warren. You are Ok. Gonna be dizzy a while." Remy realized that the lamp was too bright and he turned it down several notches. "Dat bettah? You at my home." A cup with warm tea was brought to Warren's lips. "Drink dis. Tante say it will help wit de headache. Probably should eat somethin' too. She left some gumbo for me, but ya can take de broth at least." Remy kept his voice soft as he encouraged Warren to drink the tea.

He sipped from the cup that was presented and squinted past the pain to the figure in front of him. He knew that voice, that face. "Remy?" His voice was raspy, dry and confused. "Your home? What happened? I remember...you were in my apartment? What's going on?" He remembered the last night, if only in pieces. He'd been wallowing in self-pity. Stupid Warren, he berated himself, you know better than that. So your life sucks. Who cares?

"My home. I ah...bought dis house before I got married t'Belle." He tried not to remember her. Warren needed attention now. "Ya passed out. I found de pill bottles and de alcohol. I knew I couldn't take ya t'a hospital, so I brought ya here. Tante cleaned ya stomach out so ya outta danger. Ya been out for a whole day. Sorry bout tryin' ta steal from ya. Didn' know it was youtill I saw de pictures"

Warren shook his head, trying to clear it, to think clearly, but he just managed to make his headache worse. His put a hand to his throbbing temples and winced, "Okay, so you were planning on stealing stuff, not knowing it was my penthouse you were in. You came across me in a rather deplorable state and just decided to take me home with you?" His voice rang with disbelief. "Could you explain this to me?"

"Take it easy. Don shake you head. Because...I couldn't leave ya dere, dats all. Mebbe we weren't amisbut ya were once a teammate of mine. despite what people say bout me...I ain' like dat."

"But..." Warren was finally beginning to process thoughts in a coherent fashion but he was still completely confused. "After what I did to you? I left you to die! Don't you hate me? You should! You should despise me! I do!"

"Don hate ya. Didn'like ya much for it, but nevah hated ya. If anythingI figured I sorta deserved it. After a while of people sayin' it...I started t'believe it. Sidesif anyone left me it was Rogue. Ya jus'acted on information ya had at de time." He gave a slight shrug, "Not your fault. Why do ya hate you?"

"Why wouldn't I?!" It was an anguished, discordant screech. "I taint everything! I'm only good for people to use. Pretty bird, pretty pet," his tone was full of self-disgust, "Pretty mutant. It's all I am. There's nothing else to me. That's been proven often enough. You don't have to try and tell me otherwise, I know you'd be lying."

"Shh Warren. You had a rough night. Sokyou safe here. Only Tante and Poppa know ya here. And your apartment is now under Guild protection. Can't speak for anyone elsebut I don' use people. I'm a t'ief not a liar Warren. Always more t'people den de surface." He smirked a bit self mockingly, "After all...look at Logan neh? Now.. t'ink ya can handle somethin' t'eat?"

Warren frowned, knowing Remy didn't understand him, but not willing to push him away. He needed contact, he needed people, and he was fully willing to let them believe he was worth more than he really was if it meant they didn't leave. "I think so, nothing big."

"I'll go get de gumbo. Tante made itso ya don have ta worry bout me cookin'." He returned several minutes later with a tray bearing two bowls of chicken gumbo, some more tea and crackers. "Can ya sit up? Need some help?" The tray went on a side table so Remy could help Warren move to a sitting position. "How ya feel?"

Warren flexed his wings, finding a more comfortable position. They were flexible enough that he actually could sit and lie down with his back to something, but he never put his full weight on them unless he had to. "I feel sick and I feel tired." This time Warren's voice was dead, no feeling at all in the now melodious tones. He took a few minutes and started spooning sips to his mouth, having enough experience to take it slowly. He looked up at Remy, his eyes bright with unshed tears. All the alcohol and drugs the night before had seriously undermined his emotional control. "Why? Why didn't you leave me there?"

Remy watched Warren eat a few spoonfuls before starting on his own bowl. "Tol' ya. I ain't like dat. Sides...I know what it's like ta be left alone." Remy was trying to understand Warren, what was going on in his head. "Ya can stay here as long as ya need. Don t'ink ya oughta be alone a while. Sick well de physical, Tante can work wit. Tired, maybe jus need t'take it easy. Tante won' call in anyone less it somethin' she can't handle...and dat not much."

"So I'm staying here?"

"If ya want ta, yeah. As long as ya need...or want."

"I..." Warren looked down, bit his lip, then up at Remy again. "I don't want to be alone."

"Ok I can pull a mattress in here if ya want. Sleep on de floor. Eat, and while ya do dat, I'll go get dat set up."

Warren nodded, bending once more to the task of feeding himself. If Remy wanted to sleep in the room with him, Warren wouldn't object, though he didn't understand it. Why not just sleep with Warren?

Remy dragged a mattress into the room, made it up with sheets and took away the bowls once Warren was done. He showed Warren where the bathroom was and made sure towels were available in the room. Clad in old sweats and a t-shirt, Remy made sure Warren was comfortable before settling in himself. "Night AngeWake me if ya need anythin'."

Warren nodded, having finished the gumbo, and settled in for some sleep himself.

***

Remy sat in the garden, enjoying the sunny day, a cup of coffee at his side. Warren had been with him a few days, and he seemed well for lack of a better word, broken. Almost like he kept expecting someone to hurt him. But why? Why had he tried to kill himself? What could have possibly been so bad? Was he upset about the loss of his wings at the hands of Apocalypse? Perhaps something leftover from that whole Death persona? And how could he help Warren? He was no shrink just a thief.

For his part, Warren had physically healed up nicely. Maybe it was another mutant power, not as potent as Wolverine's, but Warren had always healed fast and his physical beauty quickly restored to its former glory. The only exception had been when his wings were taken from him. But he wandered around the house and grounds in a daze, not really fully there. He stayed simply because it was easiest. He still didn't understand why Remy had brought him here or allowed him to stay. It wasn't as if he needed a place, he had plenty of them. But he enjoyed the company, even if he didn't really show it, and he very much liked the cooking he was being fed.

Tante Mattie Baptiste had been with the Guild before Jean Luc was patriarch. While she loved his natural son Henri, Remy held a special place in her heart. She smiled as she stepped into the kitchen and saw Warren. "Bonjour Mesieu. And how are we today? You look better, been drinking de tea I left you?"

Warren greeted her with a soft smile. He liked this woman and could see very well why Remy so obviously cared for her. "Yes, thank you," his voice was soft and he was, as always, unfailingly polite. "It's a wonderful blend, very soothing."

"All herbal. Good for de depression too." At his question, she admitted that Remy had shown her the prescription bottle and they both recognized its use. "Remy's in the garden. It's one of his favorite places. Why don' you go out and get some sun?" It was placed as a suggestion, but there was a hint of more. He was in the house too much, the air and sun would do him good. "I'll bring breakfast out dere. Maybe later you and Remy can go out for a lil' bit."

Warren nodded as he headed out, but didn't really think much of the suggestion. For one, he didn't have his wing harness here and he was not up to being the famous mutant celebrity. Sure, he was a known mutant, but that didn't mean he liked advertising that fact every time he walked out the door. For now, his wings were tucked in close to his body, though he spread them a bit as he stepped outside, letting the wind ruffle the feathers slightly. He found Remy easily enough, "It was, um, suggested, that I needed some air."

Remy turned, a smile lighting his features as he indicated a seat for Warren. "Tante got ya neh? I learned early ya don' argue wit' her. Magneto got nothin' on her when it comes ta getting' her way. She right in dis case. Somehow ya managed ta get pale. Ya want some coffee or somethin'?" All around them, flowers of all colors and species bloomed, perfuming the air. The garden was Remy's pride and joy. Only Ororo knew this side of him

Warren shook his head, "I don't actually drink much coffee." He looked around him as he sat down, being careful of his feathers, "This is beautiful." He liked gardens, especially the really big ones, like cultivated forests really, where he could just fly and not worry about being anyone in particular.

"Merci. Nevah got t'do much of anythin' like dis back in Westchester. But here don' t'ink I went overboard? If ya don wan' coffee what do ya like? I laid in a supply of fruit remembered ya eatin' a lot when we were wit' de X-Men." He studied Warren, looking for signs of what might be bothering him. "Umm Can I ask how ya ended up in Nawlins?"

"Yeah, fruit is good, I drink a lot of natural fruit juice too," Warren said, avoiding the second question. He was silent for a bit, his head bowed. "I just...needed to be alone. I couldn't handle being around everyone right now, not after..." He took a deep breath and then started over, his voice a low whisper, thick with emotion, "Betsy dumped me."

Remy looked stunned and gave a soft sigh. "I'm sorry. Know what dat's like. She was an idiot. Dumpin' ya." He didn't know Betsy that well, or heck even Warren. Neither had been really close with him back at the mansion. Like everyone else though he had thought they were, well perfect for each other. Not like Rogue, whom he realized didn't want someone that wanted to get close to her. "Ya welcome ta stay here long as ya want or need."

Warren nodded, "I'm not sure I really have anywhere else to go right now. I don't want to go back to the X-Men just yet, but I suppose I proved that I really shouldn't be on my own either." He had been embarrassed about the incident, it should never have happened. He usually had better self control than that. "Remy, thank you." He wasn't going to question why Gambit was letting him stay here. Actually, he figured he already knew, but wasn't going to assume. Remy would have to make the first move.

"Welcome so besides mopin' about you have any plans for de day? I have a few meetin's ta attend but shouldn't take too long. Me...I ain't goin' back less I'm begged." He sighed, his jaw tightening a bit as he remembered. Logan kept in contact as did Ororo, but they were the only ones who did. Then he seemed to have an idea. "I know ya like t'fly no? What if...I could find a place where ya could stretch de wings but have privacy doin' so?"

"I heard about that. The problem with Rogue I mean. Seems everyone wanted to gossip about it as soon as I walked into the mansion." He didn't want to stay on this topic, it was too close to his own guilt about what happened at the so-called trial. "I can't go out in public, I don't have my wing harness and I don't feel like playing famous playboy mutant right now. But, if you could find someplace private, yes, I'd love to fly."

"I t'ink I know jus' de place. Tante will stay wit' ya here so ya won' be alone. Sit out here if ya like Dere's books in de library. Stereo an' TV in de livin' room. Tante can show ya if ya get lost. As I said meetin' shouldn't be too long. Den I'll take ya somewhere t'fly." Tante walked out with some tea and muffins. "Bettah get your butt movin'. Lazy chile just cause you Patriarch now don mean ya can keep dem waitin'." Tante shook her head at Remy and swatted him as he leaned over to kiss her cheek then left the garden. "Take care of Ange?" Tante promised to then turned to Warren. "You sir, need t'eat. Remy tol' me ya like fruit... so made ya some blueberry muffins." She took the vacant chair and waved a hand. "So what ya t'ink?"

Warren took a bite and smiled softly, beautifully. In that smile it was easy to see why so many people pursued him. "Delicious. And the garden's gorgeous." He finished the muffin in silence. "Do you...know why Remy took me here after he found me?"

"My Remy... he's got a good heart is all. He saw a friend who needed help...and he had the resources to give it. Dat's all. You must be a friend don' matter how close ya were or weren't ya had somethin'." She looked around. "Remy has done wonders here first thin' he cleaned up was dis garden. It's his pride his love. Workin' de soil and coaxin' de flowers helped him through some dark times when he first came back home." She nudged some herbal tea towards him. She mixed in some St John's Wort into it to balance his depression. "He talked about you a few times letters he wrote me."

Warren's brows drew together. "Did he? I thought he hated me, or at least disliked. He considers me a friend?" That was news. Gambit and Angel had not started off on the right foot, with Gambit arriving in the midst of Warren's brooding over his lost wings. Even his close friends had been avoiding him then. From then, the contacts they'd had had just made things worse until finally, in Antarctica, Warren had betrayed the Cajun, refusing to help him. He'd acted out in hurt and anger, but why on earth would Remy consider him a friend?

"Remy don' hold grudges. While you may not be close ya worked together. And that counts for somethin'. Remy didn't know ya well enough ta hate ya, but.. probably saw somethin' in you dat he liked. In any case he's a t'ief yeah but he ain't an assassin. Even dat Rogue fille." At the mention of her name Tante's face drew together in what might seem like anger. "Even after all she done... he don' hate her. Feel sorry for her if anythin'. Dat's just his way."

"I never quite understood why Charles took her in so easily. But then, I never knew why he took me back either." His eyebrows quirked, "Just Charles I suppose. Always looking for the best in everyone, even if it's not there."

Tante smiled a bit. "Like Remy. Jus' enjoy dis. You obviously need some good in your life. A traituer...a healer knows these things Warren...Remy expects nothing in return. Consider it payback...to his pere... for takin' him in when he was lil' if you need a reason."

"That...that makes sense I suppose." And it meant that Remy might not want what Warren had thought he did, what everyone did. He didn't quite understand that, but he'd trust this woman. He took another muffin and bit into it. "Remy calls you Tante. What's your name?"

"Tante means aunt in Cajun. My name is Mattie Baptiste but everyone calls me Tante Mattie. I helped raise Remy and his brother Henri. I work as a healer... that is my gift. Though unlike you and Remy I am not a mutant. It is a gift that has been passed down in my family. On de female side. Remy keeps me in herbs for some of my work here."

"Well, Ms. Baptiste, my father taught me to be polite, and I must say it is a pleasure to meet you. If your tea and cooking is any indication, you must be a wonderful healer."

"Merci. And if you want to be really polite... ya jus call me Tante. No formalities here. De tea well it has a natural anti depressant in it for you... Saw your medications... don' worry... nothin' dat will harm you in de doses I put in. Remy tol' me he's takin' ya somewhere no?" She smiled knowing where Remy would take him. "I t'ink... you'll like it."

Warren looked down again when she mentioned his meds. "I'll have to get more of them, shouldn't have used them like that. He said he knew a private place that I could fly." His eyes grew distant, "I love to fly." His voice was desperate, as if holding onto something precious.

"Den trust Remy...and you'll be able to fly." She leaned forward to touch his knee. "Flyin. for you sounds like what dis garden is ta Remy. If ya feel ok wit' my teas... ya can use dose probably instead of de manmade drugs. Have your doctor run a blood test... check your chemical levels. I can tell him de dosage I been givin' ya."

Warren nodded, "He was never sure about herbal because my body chemistry's so different. Once we found that the meds works, that's what he stayed with. But he can run tests, see if this works too."

"You call him. I need to go do a few things in de house. You need anythin'?"

Warren shook his head, "No, thank you...Tante," his mouth quirked. After she left him sitting in the garden, he just stayed for a bit, just relaxing. Then he stood and headed for the house. He didn't have his cell phone, but paying Remy back for a long distance call was not a problem. He used the phone in a study, out of the way. It rang a few times and then was picked up. "Dr. Samson? It's Warren...."

***

Remy finished with his meeting as soon as he could escape. He hated being Patriarch, but it had to be done. He would rather be watching the mark, planning than running the meeting and dealing with all the egos. How did Scott do it? He made a mental note to write Scott and ask. As he entered the house, he immediately relaxed. "Warren? Ange?"

After finishing his phone call, Warren had gone into the library and pulled out a collection of Shakespeare. He smiled when he heard Remy, his hearing was quite good, part of the mutation. He raised his voice, "I'm in your library!"

Remy had shed his 'work' clothes as he called the robe he wore as Patriarch. He leaned in the doorway in black jeans and a fitted black t-shirt. "See ya found de library all right. Find anythin' good?" No one really knew how much Remy read since he never advertised it. Warren had found an eclectic collection all worn and well read.

Warren held up the copy of Antony and Cleopatra with a smile. It was small, but it reached his eyes, something that it seemed hadn't happened for a long time. Then again, it had been a long time since he hadn't had to play the role people thought of him. He didn't know why, but he felt he could relax his guard around Remy and still wouldn't be hurt, that Remy didn't believe everything that was said about him.

"Ya feelin' bettah neh? Sorry bout havin' ta leave ya today. But got out as fast as I could. Merde...I hate dat part about bein' Patriarch. Nevah saw myself as de leader type. Don' look like one now do I?"

Warren cocked his head, "You do, actually, though I admit I never knew that about you. But you don't have to apologize, I know all about business meetings."

That surprised Remy. "I do? How? You look more like one den me." Remy needed a shave and his auburn hair was longer in back now, tied back. A small silver hoop pierced one ear. He held a curiosity, really wanting to know the answer and a hint of pride. No one had ever said that about him before.

Warren shook his head, "I'm a leader in the business arena, but most of that is knowing when to let others take over. You can lead people, like Scott and Ororo. You know just what to say, how to get people to want to do what you want them to."

Hmm" he mulled Warren's words over a bit in his minds. Tante had always said he could charm the snakes if he really wanted to. It was how he managed to get out of the few times he had been caught. "Merci. Ya been in here all day? Ready t'go an' fly?"

Warren put the book down. He didn't need a bookmark, he knew all of Shakespeare's works, though most people would be shocked if he said that and wouldn't believe him, so he knew exactly where he'd left off. "I need to get into the air."

"Den let's go." He led Warren to a car and got in the driver's side. He didn't drive in the city too often, but had splurged on a convertible. He just liked the openness of the convertible and since he had the money why not? He needed a car for where he was taking Warren which was out of the city. They left New Orleans and headed towards a rural section. At a stilt house, he parked and led Warren to a small boat which he steered with a long pole. They were in Remy's element his swamps. Animals skittered about, birds called as they flew, and the moss cast long shadows along the water.

Warren craned his head, watching the birds. And trying to forget that they were on water. Warren didn't do well with water. If it wasn't for his wings, his hollow bones would cause him to float, but the weight of the wings pulled him down. He usually ended up trapped in the middle of the water, not sinking any further, but unable to get to the surface. The X-Men of course, in their well-meaning way, would just try to cure him of his "phobia" by throwing him into the lake, not realizing that he had a valid reason not to like the water. Warren's nervousness showed in his voice, "You've been on boats before, right?"

"Oui. Don' worry Won' let ya fall in or anythin'. I'm sorry but ta get t'dis place we need ta go by boat. Dis particular type is a pirogue...and I grew up sorta around water. I know ya don' like it butLook." They had come out on the other side of several trees and into a wide open area that was bathed in the sunlight. More animals and birds were here and the trees seemed taller. it was a place Remy had come to often as a child living with Jean Luc. He laid a gentle hand on Warren's shoulder. "Thought ya might like flyin' here. It's private...I found dis as a chile... got lost in de boat. It's protected land... For what I pay it bettah be. Go on Ange..."

Warren smiled, the light striking his blonde hair so he even had an angelic halo. "It's so...incredible here. I have a place in the mountains where I fly with the eagles, I haven't been back since Candy died. But this... this is almost as beautiful." Then he spread his wings and took to the air, startling a flock of herons, who joined him.

Remy grinned and sat in the boat watching Warren. He couldn't help but admire how graceful he seemed. The herons seemed angry at first then confused. Soon though, they were playing with him. The light played on Remy's hair making it seem redder than normal.

What was it like to fly? He had flown with Rogue a few times, but not as often as one would think. He wanted to enjoy their powers, she wanted to forget. Not that he could blame her to an extent. But why moan about what you can't have?

Warren swooped and soared for over an hour and then landed lightly back next to Remy, his wings flapping a few times to balance himself. He had a large smile on his face and was just lit up from the inside. "Thank you, Remy, I needed that."

"I thought ya might. I'll bring ya here any time. Made sure I don' have any assignments for a while. One advantage t'bein Patriarch I suppose." It was good to see Warren happy. "Can't imagine what it's like ta fly. Always looked like ya an Jeannie had so much fun wit' it."

Warren's eyes lighted with humor and mischief, something probably only Candy and the four other original X-Men had seen before. "I can show you, if you want."

Remy raised one eyebrow in a practiced gesture. He could imagine what that look said. "If... ya feel up ta it... sure. How do we do dis? " With Rogue, she had always carried him in front, but... this was not a woman! this was Warren!

"I trained by carrying Bobby in ice form. I don't think you'll be a problem. I won't be able to go my top speed, but I doubt you'd want me to. As for how...well, that depends on you I suppose. I have to carry you but the position doesn't matter."

"You decide den. I'm flexible." Remy was a lot lighter than most expected. Some of it was his natural body form, but some was a holdover from his life before Jean Luc had adopted him. Batting his eyes and leaning his head on Warren's shoulder. "Jus don' drop me is all I ask."

Warren swallowed a bit when Remy batted his eyes in such an obviously flirtatious manner. Maybe he'd been right after all. But he wouldn't know for sure right now, and he'd promised Remy a ride. "Okay then, get ready." Warren rose into the air, picked up speed and then turned in a tight loop. He came back and took Remy under his shoulders and lifted him up into the air, steadily gaining height.

At first Remy was terrified, being so high with only Warren holding him. But he relaxed and enjoyed the view. Very different from flying with Rogue who was always so stiff. Warren enjoyed this, and he felt safe in Warren's grasp. "Can see why ya like doin' dis so much. Dose mountains and eagles... must be... beyond description from a height like dis."

"They are. I bought the whole area, protected it, just so I'd have a place to fly and the eagles to fly with. You wouldn't believe how long it to learn though. I might have gotten wings, but instinctive knowledge didn't come with them. I mean, I could not fall, but learning wind patterns and maneuvers, that took years."

"I can imagine. I bought dis area several years ago so no one would hunt or build on it. Amazes me up North... how people take away de natural homes den complain when dey find deer and all in dey backyards. Wouldn't mind bein' able t'do dis... always envied ya and Jeannie... and even Rogue jus' cause ya could all fly... escape in a way. I was stuck on de ground. Few times Rogue took me... wasn't as enjoyable."

"I don't know how it feels to fly like them. I think I'm the only one on the planet who flies under my own muscle power. Red moves her body around with her mind, Ororo with her winds." He laughed. "Iron Man has those little boot jets. I'm the only one with wings."

"Yeah but stillwhen ya stuck on de ground... anythin' related looks like fun. He grinned. "'cept when Stormy sends ya flyin' when ya don' wanna be wit' dose winds. "

He was thinking of the occasions when Ororo would send him flying with one of her winds after she was tired of being called Stormy

Warren swooped a bit and caught up to a flock of small birds. They didn't seem to mind sharing the sky and made room for Warren in their patterns. "Ororo knows not to do that with me. It screws with my flying. But we work well in battle with her using the winds to help me. Flying against wind is not easy."

"Nor is tryin ta stand against it. I miss her. Her and Logan really. Dey were de only ones well... still keep in contact... but no, don' know ya here. And I ain't gonna tell 'em wit'out ya ok." Remy sighed and enjoyed the scenery...and the changes of colors that indicated a change in time. "Sunsets are bien 'round here. Maybe I should get de pirogue back before it gets too dark though."

Warren obligingly flew back to the boat. When they were seated once more, he turned his gaze out over the water. "Thank you. For not telling them and for bringing me here. Though you could tell Logan I suppose. I know he wouldn't let it slip to the others unless it was an emergency in which case I think someone should know where I am."

"Why would I tell anyone really. Figured dat was your choice." He started to pole back towards the shore. "Umm... ya call your doctor at least? Because of de meds and all?"

Warren nodded, "Actually, he's going to come here sometime in the next week or so, as his work permits. He wants to do some tests. Um, Tante mentioned something about herbals and Dr. Samson wants to check it out. We could never figure out what to do with my physiology." He sighed slightly, "He'll probably scold me."

"How ya been feeling? Bettah? Worse? Same? What's de same?"

"The same is slightly depressed all the time but not enough to act out about it. The other night was...unusual. And actually I've been feeling...slightly better. I think."

"Well anythin' ya need. I know... we ain't evah been close and all... But if... ya wanna talk... or need anythin'..."

"Remy...thank you."

"You welcome but for what? I'm not doin' anythin' special."

Warren looked at him strangely then, his eyes hooded. As if Remy were a puzzle Warren couldn't seem to fit together. "Yes, I think you are. Do you know the last person who said that to me? Candy. With Slim, Red, Hank and Bobby, it's implied, butshe's the only one who said it. Now you." Then, seeing that he'd possibly revealed too much about himself, he turned away, concentrating on the scenery.

"Oh... She...was de one in de picture. Warren...I'm really sorry bout breakin' in. If I had known... I would have told Eitienne no. Ya would have been protected. No t'ief would have been allowed ta take dat job, or dey deal wit' me. And dat's de last thin' dey wanna do deal wit' me."

"It's not as if I advertised where I lived. That was the point after all, so no one could find me. Though suddenly seeing you in my living room was certainly a shock."

"I bet it was. But... glad...I could help you."

"I'm...glad too."