Responsibilities.
A home.
But now she has me.
And I have her.
Surely that solves most problems.
“I see.”
She nods.
“Good.”
“Of course, you may work if it brings you joy. But there is no need.”
She blinks.
“What do you mean no need?”
I gesture around the room.
“Well… there is no need.”
“Desmond, of course there's a need.”
“No?”
“I have rent.”
“Not anymore.”
“Food.”
“Already handled.”
“Clothes.”
I glance toward the walk-in closet.
“Many.”
She sits upright.
“You don't understand.”
Apparently, I do not.
“Perhaps not. Explain.”
“People need money.”
Ah.
Money.
A simple enough problem.