Tugging a drawer of Harvey's dresser out and starting to rummage through old t-shirts, Paul nodded slowly and sighed - still feeling weary and trying to keep himself moving forward. He tugged out a plain black t-shirt that was too big for him and smelled like Harvey's soap and him. "That's what everyone keeps saying," he replied, even though 'everyone' began and ended at Tommy and Bret.
Paul shoved the drawer back in and ran his fingers idly over the top of the dresser, fussing with the little wooden boxes that sat on top of them, some of them holding pictures and some of them holding odds and ends that had a lot of meaning to Harvey. He wouldn't leave them all behind. So, Paul kept thinking, as long as he didn't leave the apartment, Harvey wouldn't be able to come back and get them and leave him behind. He could make Harvey take him the next time and then they could bring Tommy and Bret with them later and even if he had to leave New York for some reason he didn't disclose, he would still be taking everything - and everyone - that mattered with him. Or, at least this was the hope Paul was hanging onto.
He shrugged a little, then. "I'm not sure there's really anything to talk about. All he said was that he had to get away from the city for a while. If it was my fault... he would have just kicked me out. I know his track record, he's not exactly kind when he breaks up with someone." There were a lot of things about Harvey that defied the always-cheerful, always-hopeful image that people had of him. Paul loved those things as much as anything is because they made him real.
Shaking his head, though, he looked back at Glibt. "Can't keep anything down," he said. "And everything... smells strange." It was the depression talking, of course. But then he remembered and he let his hands reach for one of the boxes on Harvey's dresser and opened it, pulling out a tray that held a couple of watches and tie-pins, old campaign buttons and his parents' wedding rings. Beneath it was a rolled up baggie of joints that Tommy had left behind for Paul, for this very reason. Letting it unroll, he looked at it and then back to the god. "I think I can manage."