It doesn't take long for them to arrive at the flat with the very only slightly quieter room where they'll be staying. He fumbles in his pockets for his keys for a moment, inserts it in the keyhole, then opens the door.
"This," he says, gesturing inside, "Is where I live. I know it's not much, but I hope to improve it with time."
There's not much to the place; the place is small, and there's not much inside of it. The living is completely vacant of anything at all; the kitchen equipped only with a fridge, microwave and toaster--the latter two the first purchases he made aside from his current attire.
And currently, his bed is a mattress on the floor. Still, it's better than a bedroll in a very cold tent.
"You can have the mattress," he says, opening the fridge. "Are you hungry? I think I still have some hot pockets."