"Other than government housing and a job?" His eyebrows draw together, wondering if there's something else he's missing.

Declan decides he needs coffee or something, so he finally gets up from the island to start a pot.

"They set me up with something at an art gallery. Can't be worse than interning." The paycheck is bound to be better. He hopes so, anyway. He wouldn't mind moving out of the apartment if he can figure out some other arrangements.