"I have no idea," Jesse sighed. "There's no fucking good reason, then again, I'm not sure he ever had a good reason for why he did much of anything." He laughed at her makeover idea. "We'll see how he adjusts to his new life, how's that?" he asked.
"It would be nice to not be stepping on each other, since, like I told him, my apartment is only slightly bigger than your average shoebox," he mused.
"I'm pretty sure he asked because he has no idea what he's actually getting into," Jesse joked. "I get comfortable someplace and I put down tendrils, and you can never get rid of me." He accompanied the last part of that with (what he thought was) appropriate hand-waving