There was no logic to what timelines did to what and who. The whole theory was lost on him, and made no sense. Regardless if he was truly alive and living or completely dead didn't matter to Nyx in the now.
All he could do is deal with what he had in the immediate.
Housemate. He didn't have one of those. Had room for one. Nyx just stayed in the bedroom, but he had found the attic space was huge and livable even with a pair of windows. Just not easy to access. Moot point. Not like he needed a housemate. Nyx nodded to the man. "Take your time." While Tony was away, Nyx stretched and shifted his weight around to keep himself limber.
Things you did while being bored, and when Tony returned with his tools Nyx offered a smile. "I don't want you to feel you have to do any work. It sounds like you have more than enough work at hand."