Edward shrugged. Pity was beneath him, so he went for the other obvious conversation direction: "We're twins. I'm kind of stuck as far as living alone goes. Inevitably, one of us winds up needing a favor and then, well." He gestured vaguely at the apartment. "Here I am."
"It's not really a requirement. 105 works just as well unless you're looking for my brother." Pause. "But that doesn't happen very often. Anyway, you have a name, or should I call you 1003?"