Homeless. It was a foreign word to him, meant for people who cowered in doorways and begged for money while clad in threadbare clothes. People he'd taken pity on and given change to, but he never thought it would ever be applied to him. Finding another apartment - and coming up with the money - wasn't going to be easy. He'd have to settle for some little craphole somewhere, most likely, until he could save up enough to move elsewhere. Or he could dig into his savings a little, but he didn't really want to do that. "Homeless," he repeated, numb. "All my stuff is in a storage unit somewhere... something just destroyed our building..." He realized his sentences were far from coherent, but he couldn't help it.
A few seconds passed before rational thought began to seep through the haze of disbelief. "A hotel. Or motel. Stay there for a while... and you should find Stefan." It still wasn't complete sentences, but at least it made some sense. "Or I could go home for a while." He wasn't really filtering his words yet, and things that should have been thoughts were unfortunately being vocalized.