"Yeah," Zephyr says, more or less patiently. "Moving out."

He lets X work through that, and the initial answer isn't super hopeful, but-- whatever, it's not like Zephyr had a whole lot staked on this plan in the first place. It was just a thought. Definitely just a thought.

"It's getting kind of wearing being here with a constant parade of roommates and then not-roommates," he says eventually, when it seems like X has said as much as he's going to. "And the odd jobs I've got going on are decent enough. We could manage to rent a place, I think."