"If we don't find your place, you're welcome to crash here long as you need." He meant it, too. Murphy was family. It didn't matter whose DNA had recombined with whose - when everything went to hell, the people who stood by you were your family. And Murphy had been to hell and back for him. She was one of the few - the very few - that Harry trusted completely, without question. This was no invitation, but a statement of fact.
She was always welcome.
"What, the Beetle? Heck no. Do you know how much that costs?" Harry sighed. "I haven't gotten enough jobs here yet to afford something like that, even if the rent for my office went down. At least the Reds don't own this building."
He went to the door, using his longer reach to get there first, and yanked it open for them. When he turned back, Mouse was sitting beside Murphy, his lead in his mouth, tail wagging hopefully.
Harry couldn't help but grin. "Alright, mutt. You can come, too."