"Oh." Niki looked very thoughtful as he considered this. And decided that it did make sense. There were a lot of explosive products. And products that made people sick. And changed them. And some people got cranky about that sort of thing.
"How do you know?" he asked curiously, because they had only just met! Still, it was rather nice of the man to say so. Niki liked nice people. There were too many rude people out there and cruel.
"I don't mind temporary," he assured the man. "Temporary is better than not at all." Sometimes, he was randomly wise in his simplicity. Any job would be better than no job, and even if it ended, well, it would be a step forward. And Braxton could see that he could work a job! And he could make money. He had some money, from his Mother, who couldn't bear cutting him off, even in his 'weird' state.