Somehow he didn't fully believe it, but was smart enough to not comment or question the fact that out of everyone that he'd hurt the most; that person was the one waiting for him years later to come back into their life. "Never knew that I looked forward to spending time with bathroom mold before now," he commented instead of touching on the reality that Erin had waited. Not just that, but wanted him back in their life as he took another bite of the pizza before he leaned back further into the couch that doubled as his bed.
It wasn't going to last, that much he knew, because he wasn't going to be able to live on a couch forever but he didn't know to broach the subject or get together enough money for a room somewhere. That was how much he owed Erin and Ayanna, still trying to find a way to pay them back for everything as he shook his head. "I've tried that once. I don't recommend it to anyone to go and try to tell you what to do." Or even suggest things, because Erin was always going to do what they wanted to do even if it meant getting him food when he didn't have the money for it, like now.
"A neon art exhibit?" He stared at the half piece of pizza left in his hand, considering his options which included either avoiding responsibility or his parents or everything and figured he could do that outdoors for the day. Banks shrugged. "That sounds, interesting. If you want the company, I'll go with you." Not talking about how much he missed drawing like he used to do where there would be doodles and designs all over the place when he was apprenticing at his old shop. But he hadn't picked up a pen or pencil since getting locked up, which left him feeling out of sorts in a way that he couldn't name.
Erin stepped away, leaving him slightly confused as he finished off the piece of pizza and waited for them to return in boxers and a shirt that looked familiar. The corner of his lip twisted upwards when he stared at it before Erin was back and hit him with their covers from their own bed. "You know, I had a shirt like that once. I thought I lost it though. Looks good on you," he added after a beat, staring straight ahead when the last bit was spoken to hide the look on his face only somewhat. "Apple juice or bee? Why do those sound like the choices of a kid that's let loose in their parents' liquor cabinet," he replied with an amused look on his face. "A beer, thanks."