"Like a human ecg machine. You ever think about going into nursing?" he jokes lightly, fussing through the cupboards for some seasonings. Mostly dried herbs- he keeps meaning to plant some basil in the windowsil, but he's kept the curtain that faces Mulcahy's apartment tightly shut since the argument.

"Must be nice. You'd never get lonely, even all the way out there. I missed that buzz of people going about their day so much before I got here. Y'know- back in Boston every now and again, one of the places I lived, you'd hear people coming home from the bar. Mostly just falling over themselves, but every now and again you'd hear someone singing. It was nice when I couldn't sleep. Not nice when it woke me up, though."