"I'm not worried you're going to mess it up," Seth says, after Jonah has sat down, and while it's not precisely soft it certainly isn't pointed into the blade for more sparring. The mirroring of the way he sits helps, unconsciously, to take away his instant need to defend himself against--and what it is, exactly, he always has to be fighting to be safe from eludes him, like it always does. He is almost sure (not quite, not good enough, it still makes him wake up and look for Jonah in the middle of the night, wondering when he'll be sick of caring for him) that Jonah really won't leave him now.
"I mean in terms of how we're going to live here. There isn't a codified system in place for newcomers yet, but they'll make one eventually. We'll probably have to get our citizenship renewed. We need social insurance numbers too. Birth certificates as well, although we can't work on any of those yet. But first we need to work." Seth watches Jonah carefully for how he takes this, but doesn't wait for a reaction to settle before he goes on. "I know you've found some already. Good work. But I need one too. You can't support us both alone while we're in school, even if you can now, and I wouldn't want you to even if you found something that paid enough. The hours would be too long and you wouldn't be able to concentrate properly."
"Because we're still going to university. If our grades are high enough in our last year they should take us. We can redo the SATs." Seth keeps his hands folded perfectly in his lap, but there's still an air of tension to him that seems like it ought to include fidgeting. "So there's that. But if I do get a job, you'll probably have to take me to it, at first. I'll--" his eyes glance away, but he steels himself to look at Jonah again "--need you to help me. Is that...all right with you? To start with."