Michael knows a thing or two about that. He'd been in and out of group homes in between his terrible foster parents, and the evangelical home in Roswell took too many kids on, which meant that he'd been stuffed in a room with three other kids.

He gets it. It's sad, but he does.

"I mean, at least you got better options here than I did." Because opting to live in the back of your truck is one of those things that in retrospect, hadn't been really smart. "Just take my apartment."