[ he looks— tense was the word, but falco had yet to have even the remotest idea as to why. no matter; he offers the man patience that doesn’t seem perturbed. ]

From the man that lives with me. He works and gives me some. [ theon receives a curious glance upward, whilst the boy continues going through the rest of his pockets. there’s just paper in this one, undoubted from his notes, ] What do you need three for? I think there’s more here.