Taking a seat at the edge of her desk, David cleared his throat and shrugged. "Sometimes I am," he admitted, "I like the steady paycheck. It's not big, but it's more money than I'd be making doing off-Broadway shows." He had his guild membership, amd did small shows in the summer. Or whenever the mood struck him.
"And Evan is here." And he was supposed to be laying low so the government would ignore him some more. That was important too. To be honest, he wasn't crazy about it, but he got by.