Leander lived in the trailer park in a trailer that was mostly bare from his lack of money, lack of appetite and his tendency to spend most of his money on heroin. There was no cosiness to the place, nothing that made it a home; even the bed was just a flat pile of blankets and a couple of lank pillows. It was just somewhere he went that was out of the rain to lie back and get high.
He heard the scuffle of Ragnar's puppy on the other side of the door, but he was still surprised when Ragnar opened it and seemed pleased to see him. He gave the man a smile back and stepped in, stopping to hesitantly try his key in the lock. Something in him untightened when it worked, throwing and pulling back the lock plainly for everyone to see. He hefted his slack bag on his back and removed the key, eyes on it like it was something magical. "Thank you for this."