"You don't have to, if you don't want." The last thing--the very last thing--Gar wanted to do was to imply that Sophie was in any way unwelcome. "If we're sharing custody of you, you might as well have some spare stuff. It's not like I'm dying for extra room." Sophie was only his roommate because he liked having her around and she needed the company; he could more than afford the place on his own.
"Besides, what if you sleep over and you've already taken all your stuff? You'd be like, 'Oh no, I forgot my pajamas and all my spare clothes, but I don't want this clothing to be all wrinkly tomorrow, I guess I'll sleep in the nude.'" Gar paused as he pretended to give this some thought. "All right, I want all your shit out of there by tomorrow, madam."