Stutely shrugged loosely. "Till I can sort out a place of my own, I s'pose."
That made it sound perfectly simple, a question of logistics and income and affordability, and that was the way he preferred to think about it. Because that's all there was to it. He was on his feet again. He was on the mend. Soon as he'd got the job situation sorted, there'd be no need to keep commandeering John's couch.
Certainly no reason to dwell on the unease that came with the thought of spending a night alone under a new roof where nobody knew his name, and nobody would notice if bit by bit he slipped away.