Dov wasn't exactly used to having what would be considered a 'regular' schedule anymore. Working at the only 24-hour convenience store in tiny Catskill and not being able to find anything better involved working whatever shifts he could to avoid being fired. In fact, it was probably the only reason he hadn't been fired already. Dov was a slacker, and not a very polite or sweet slacker at that. If it hadn't been for him being the only one willing to work absolutely ridiculous, long hours, he'd be long gone.
Living with Elias was pretty strange for that and other reasons. He had such a fixed schedule compared to what Dov was used to - it was weird. That and he just didn't really know why the man had taken such an interest in him. He was a complete stranger, and where Dov was from? He didn't even open the door for most strangers back in Brooklyn, let alone take them in like stray dogs. That wasn't to say he wasn't thankful, because he was. And he was very rarely thankful. Still, part of him found it kinda creepy. What if Elias was like... some kind of creep murderer or something trying to lure him in?
Or maybe he was just stupid and too kind for his own good. But Dov wasn't going to complain unless he did something crazy.
The fabric had been a nice touch, Dov thought. While he wasn't a private person at all, he didn't like having no privacy either. While it was kind of dark and made him feel a little on the isolated side, it was nice. He slept better, at least. Huh.
"Uh... Chicken," Dov called back before getting up off the couch, where he'd been sitting with his phone trying to convince his boss to give him an advance on his paycheck - or at least a few more days off via text. It wasn't working, at least not yet. He wandered into the kitchen, glancing over at the groceries Elias was unpacking. "So, uh... Good day?" He had no idea what to make conversation about, not really.