Richard chuckled. "I'll take you up on that. You can help me with the enthralling task of sorting out the kitchen." He stepped over to the biggest remaining box, the one labeled 'Dishes and shit' and pulled out a pocket knife, cutting through the tape as he talked. "I moved here because it's where the work is. I'm in PR, just got a job with Pacific Life here in town. In house, which," he added as an afterthought, "is good. Kind of limiting, but good work."
He looked up and caught Adam looking around the apartment again. Richard caught the other man's eyes and grinned. "Don't judge it too harshly," he said, gesturing at the rest of the room, "I did only move in yesterday. It'll look better once the posters are up."