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No awkward standing in the hall, at least. Ever answered the door a breath later, with the strap of his bag between his teeth while he shrugged his way awkwardly into a hoodie. Ever's civilian clothes, frankly, weren't that much different from his work clothes, just minus the white coat. His jeans were still worn soft from many washes, torn through at the knees; his t-shirt had once had something on it but now it just had bits and pieces. Work and not-work weren't much different from him.

He blinked at Melvin for a moment and then hooked the bag on his arm, instead, spitting it out. "I need one more second, I think, I was just about to shove into my shoes."

Which meant Melvin was gestured inside, into a room that looked almost painfully impersonal. As much as Ever had personality of his own, this space could have belonged to any hunter, and could practically have been the default space. There was a bed, standard issue; a mattress, standard issue; plain sheets and a couple of pillows. The desk, plain wood, was covered with papers and a closed low-end laptop. A box in the corner sat empty except for a bottle of vodka, small and lonely. There were no posters on the wall.

The only thing that gave it any character at all was the rack that sat in one corner, a memory of a time in the basement that seemed to follow Ever around. And, above it, a handful of postcards, pinned to the wall.

He sat on the edge of the bed to shove feet into his shoes, movements hurried. "You came over quick."

Ever looked up as he laced up his boots -- eyes on Melvin, and then following his gaze around the room. The judgement didn't have much of an impact on Ever, but he grimaced all the same. There was, after all, a reason they were heading out, a point behind the shopping, and that was painfully obvious from just a quick glance around here.

"Actually, that thing followed me up from the basement." He tied off his boots sharply and then grabbed his bag again, tossing it over his shoulder. "It was there when I moved in, and when I moved up to the first floor, someone put it in my room as a prank. Now I guess it's sentimental..."

He paused to look around again, to make sure he wasn't forgetting anything. Fingers slid through his bag again, double checking for wallet. For personal belongings. "I guess I should get a shelf or something, so that it looks less...stark in here? I don't know."

"Zeke made some noises about a better mattress, but other than that, I don't have a clue." It was hesitant, thinking. After just a breath, he fished around in the bag again for a notebook and a pen, to take that down. Loveseat. Rug. Nightstand. He could probably get a better lamp too. The idea made Ever grimace.

"Pottery Barn? Crate and Barrel? That's where people go, isn't it? I have to admit, I've never actually bought a piece of furniture in my life..."

It was a bit much; the pouring of options left Ever looking a bit like a deer in headlights, frozen with the pen pressed just lightly against the page. For a moment, he didn't answer. He just weighed it all: Pier 1 and Ikea and he'd had to research to even get Crate and Barrel and Pottery Barn. Slowly, he worked his mouth, put his tones away, and then pointed Melvin toward the door.

"I need a mattress. And a rug, I guess, and a chair or a loveseat or what have you, and maybe a table that can go next to the bed with a lamp on it so I don't have to get up to turn it off." He cleared his throat. "I don't know anything beyond that."

"I had a place before they recruited me, but just for a bit; it was over a Chinese restaurant, and only like one room." Somehow, Ever didn't sound all that concerned or bothered by it, though; not ashamed, just frank. He shoved hands into his pockets and slowed his stride to pace Melvin easily, thinking about it.

"I didn't really have enough money to buy anything, so I just had the futon it came with, you know. And before that it was mostly couch or bed hopping, depending on the guy...." He raised his eyebrows, attention flashing back onto Melvin. "I'm pretty clueless, so I appreciate the help."

"I was gone for like nine months or something." Ever shrugged just a tiny bit, fingers curled around the strap of his bag. It wasn't a no, not exactly, but -- it didn't sound like the idea exactly appealed, either.

"It wasn't something I ever really thought of. Anyway, isn't it expensive?"

"I need cigarettes and some cranberry juice anyway." He shrugged back at Melvin, careless of the rain. His hair was going to be a wreck, but that was hardly anything new. Ever's hair curled as it would, when it got this long. Left to his own devices, he probably would have chopped it all down to nearly nothing, just to spare himself the annoyance. As it was, he bound it back.

"There's no rush. I have all my days for this month, still..." He paused on the threshold, and gestured for Melvin to go through first.