"Couch. It's, uh. Like a bench, only softer?" If Krist had lived outside, on a ranch or farm or something, he'd surely have seen benches. "And for indoors." God, it was funny that a man, a full grown man, didn't know what normal shit was. But then, it was also kind of sad-- not on Krist's part, but on the part of whoever had done this to him-- so Tayne wasn't exactly laughing.
"Here...." Tayne went back to his truck to grab his cell phone, limping heavily again. He was definitely tired of standing up and moving around. He thumbed through the phone book. "Do you know how to find an address? I can give you the social worker's address." He wasn't about to try and explain the workings of a phone to him. Though since he seemed to understand the results of calling animal control, maybe he already knew. "Then, if she doesn't work out, you can come find me and crash at my place for a while, until you figure things out." There, that worked, right? He dug into the glove compartment for a pencil nub and a notebook.