" so ... i might’ve screwed up. ” you’re not sure how to word it — it’s a bit of a long story in itself, but not long enough that it doesn’t make any sense. “ i — y’think i could couch surf for the night? ” with all that you do around the city, it’s difficult to keep up with your finances. between student loans, rent, and other basic living expenses, there’s not much money to your name. to you, money is the last thing to orbit around your universe — far and long off of your mind, often pushed aside and forgotten despite the importance that it still plays in your life.
and you say for the night, but you don’t really know how long this’ll last. but it’s fine : you’ve got your suit. holding up your alter - ego, or whatever it is people want to call it, gets a little difficult during times like these where y’dont have your own privacy. but it’s fine. you’ve slept on rooftops before, in the summer heat and the midwinter cold, know what it’s like to lay on concrete for an entire night, only to wake up with a crick in your neck and feeling as unrested as you did before you even fell asleep. you’ll resort to that if you have to, after you’ve exhausted the rest of your options.
neither are you the type to worry your friends. harry — he doesn’t need this, you know he doesn’t, but desperate times. you would much rather let yourself burn or drown than to burden your friends ( they’re family, as far as you’re concerned ). “ you don’t need to worry about me, either. i’ve got it under control, ” you say in an attempt at reassurance, though ... well, you’ve got a feeling harry isn’t all that convinced.
