[ maybe it's for the best that the offer of coffee is turned down. the coffee machine that day forcibly turned on is making some really unfortunate sounds in the background, only adding a surreal touch to the situation the two guys find themselves in.

not that daylight minds. he's strangely used to this by now - the sense of absurdity, not the breaking and entering because even he isn't that blase about stuff like that - and is more distracted by the thought of oh wow, that's a lot of broken glass that needs to be cleaned up later. priorities! ]

... I don't know if I have a job at all, honestly. [ it's one of the many things he's trying to suss out through the scrounging of what's supposedly his house. ] So, um, sorry but I think I'm here all day until I figure things out.

Sure you don't want a seat at least? Getting through the back window must have been annoying. With the shrubbery and all.