For once, the lack of information is pure oversight on Declan's part.

"No one said anything about--"

He cuts himself off with a heavy, I'm-already-done-with-this-shit sigh. He heads back through the apartment to is bedroom. The folder is sitting on his nightstand, untouched, and Declan grabs it before he heads back into the kitchen.

Declan flips open the file as it lands. The first few pages on top are just medical records (he doesn't like that). He flips to another page - information about his apartment, his new job.