"Uriel.." he wanted to cut off his brother as he frowned more. He stared down at his hands which were dirty and scraped. "Thanks. It's been hard, even before I went to prison. I don't like asking for help. And I'd rather die than talk to Zech for help. Soon as I am back on my feet, I will try to figure something out."

But what? What could he figure out? He'd whored himself out as a social companion a few times to middle class women wanting to look like they had a handsome, somewhat educated lover. And he'd done plenty of dirty work he didn't want to mention. It was an empty promise even if he wanted to mean it.

He took the offered help to get into the house and jumped at the sound of a baby cry. He couldn't help but look around the place as he limped in towards the bath. "Looks like you've got it all figured out though. You can brag your good fortune. I am happy for you." He said softly.