So, not her house. It didn't feel like relief, but it didn't feel like disappointment, either. At the most, they'd only be across the street from one another, but if they hadn't assigned that fifth room, then Rua could move in with her, or she could pack up her things again and move into that house. That one wasn't full either, was it? She didn't know who all lived around here, but—

"... oh."

— but she knew one.

Fuck. This was. This was something, right? This could be bad. This could be good, but it was more likely to be bad, right? It was already such a weird thing, but that was with Ruka, and she was used to being forgotten, and being left behind, but that wasn't the same for Rua, was it? And he was younger, anyway. He wasn't a child anymore, but it wasn't like he'd been mutilated and forced to change his style and presentation and everything else just to get by. But that wasn't a promise, either.

The silence went for too long; shaking her head, the words followed in a rush.

"Yeah, there's a porter. But—" This was too much to explain over the phone. And there was no way she could bring Rua to Jeopardy without letting him know what kind of place this was, nevermind who lived here. "—there's stuff you need to know before you get here. Okay? Please, just wait for me."

And, there — some of that quick, familiar strain.