"No, more... whenever I thought of something at all," he said, shuffling his feet and looking down to his laces for a moment. It wasn't quite a scolding or anything but she did have a certain caring sharpness about her that reminded Junior of his own grandmother. He hated to disappoint Saylor, and it seemed some of that was transferring to this kind stranger.

At the question, he looked back up with a thoughtful squint. "Not a lot. It's a campus apartment, so the furniture and everything was there but nothing to really fill it up. I have... trash bags? Dishes, soap..." Mostly things to make sure he could feed himself because that was the most important thing before anything else, also the thing he knew how to do best.