"I've got a place. Not a very nice place, but I've got false identification and not much money. I'm not quite a beggar, but I still can't be choosy!" And Bert was adaptable. Hell, just having a handful of shabby rooms he could call his own was more than he'd had for over a decade.

He looked over at Eddie, giving him a grin.

"It's just me," he went on, answering the question that hadn't been asked. "There's room."