He nodded, still a little wide-eyed. All things considering, this... As Brady said, this was something he could live with. Hell, this was nicer than the dorm rooms he'd had back in college.
"Two years, eight months," Jason answered automatically. And shit, that was a depressing thought. That meant he still had thirty-two years left. Shit. He normally tried not to think of it that way, instead just focused on making it through the end of the week. It worked, the weeks moved by, but when he was forced to face just how many weeks he had left... Mentally, he shook himself. He had other things to focus on, like this new place and whatever was going on here. That was good. Gave him something else to think about. Glancing around the room again, he asked, almost as an afterthought, "What about you?"