Dov wasn't quite expecting Elias' question, and he found that he had no idea how to answer it. What was left? He'd never thought of things that way before - but now that he was, it was quite obvious to him that he had a lot less waiting for him in New York than he'd originally thought. Frowning, he took a long sip from his bottle.
"Nothin' much. I mean... I got ma's house to sell, and all our stuff, but other 'n that..." He just shrugged, the weight of the situation really starting to sink in. He had nothing, really. Friends he couldn't trust and no real future in goddamn anything.
"I dunno, man. I guess I got nothin'." He tipped his bottle back again and finished it off. Fuck.