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> The kind you pay to your landlord???
> You're being awfully patronizing for a guy who didn't see an electric toothbrush until he was almost 30.

[assembles]

What does that have to do with anything?

[ The thought flits off before Steve can think better of it. He pauses and takes a moment to gather his composure. ]

Look, all I'm trying to say is that you probably don't have experience budgeting for
well, anything.

If it turns out that you can't make rent in the long-term and cover your living expenses, I've been planning on moving out myself.

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> I

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>

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> can I get real with you
> like
> just for a sec
> a moment

[assembles]

You can just say no.

[ Or see if someone else wants to take the second living space. Or do anything other than end up in a situation where he can't actually make ends meet.

Steve has to remember that Tony's wounds are much, much fresher than his own. They haven't even really healed over yet. But at least he's made his point. ]

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> Let's see, say no
> or
> sublet to the guy who tried to kill me in an underground bunker.
> Hold up, I'll check the magic 8 ball.
>
>
>
> It says "are you joking."

[assembles]

[ Yeah, this was a bad idea. Then again, Tony deciding to rent out a pair of townhouses? Also a bad idea. ]

You're right. It doesn't have to be me. It probably shouldn't be me.
But I'd consider subletting to someone.

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> Yeah, okay, I'll take it under advisement.
>
>
> so why are you moving out anyway
> did you and Wilson break up

[assembles]

[ Steve's a little surprised the conversation didn't just end there. But all right, the least he can do is meet this halfway. ]

Like you said, it's getting a little crowded. It makes sense to free up some space for people who need it.

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> Thought you'd like having crowds around, after
>
>
> Yeah, guess Flyboy has things covered.

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>
> Wait
> How do you have any money
> Please tell me you're not singing showtunes about Cadens war bonds

[assembles]

Yeah, I'm sure you'd like that.

I've been doing odd jobs around the city. Courier work, construction, that kind of thing. Though I'm planning to start doing escort trips out into the desert.

[assembles]

And I'd say Cadens is plenty crowded.

[ Compared to what he's used to... ]

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> Captain to mailman. Big demotion, Rogers.
>
>
>
>
> So like
> I guess I can let you stay in my townhouse
> if you really need it
> temporarily
> with full rent
>
> and a deposit

[assembles]

Wow, how generous of you.
I'll have to come take a look at the lease to make sure everything's above-board.

Also, I'm not sure you're the one who wants to get started on talk about demotions. Just saying.

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> I'm a philanthropist, what can I say.
> Anyway, I just paid the landlord and he gave me the keys, it
> oh
> yeah, guess I
> did sign something.
>
> Okay, fine, whatever, talk to the landlord. He's named Butch. Dark coat, tophat, has a gold tooth and a big bulldog and
> you know what
> we should probably take a look at the lease to make sure everything's above board.

[assembles]

[ jesus christ ]

All right, send me the address. I'll head over.