"No," Jono admitted, peering at the ball of gray fluff now perched in Julian's hands and shrugging his narrow shoulders, "I'm not. Can't say I care much what goes on in other people's rooms and what's a few more strays anyway?" He considered reaching out to scratch the little beast behind the ears, took note of the way those tiny needle-teeth were chewing on the other boy's fingers, and decided against it. Instead, he met Julian's gaze again and said, "About a month. It's been...interesting." It was an understatement, but he didn't have the inclination or the vocabulary to describe this place anyway. He was getting used to it, but there were times when the entire thing still seemed mad.
He unfolded his arms, but only so he could jam his hands into his jacket pockets, and nodded in the other boy's direction. "What about you?"