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[retromix]

Mmm.

Hey, I found a house for us but I can't afford it. Can you and your dick pay for it for us? We should all be under the same roof.

[camarod]

I distinctly remember suggesting that, like, two weeks ago.

[retromix]

I didn't like you as much two weeks ago, you big blonde hunk.

[ It's a testament to Steve's good opinion of Billy that he teases him, letting that much seep through. It's harmless and kind. ]

[camarod]

You're saying all I had to do was buy you a bass?

[a beat. ] Where and how much?

[retromix]

It's around seven-hundred thousand to buy it. Midtown.

[camarod]

Jesus Christ. How many rooms?

[retromix]

Three bedrooms. What do you mean, Jesus Christ? You're filthy rich!

[camarod]

I just bought a car, dude.

[ good lord ] Gimme a month. I'll triple the video output.

[retromix]

Are you sure you'll be alright, working that hard? Do not make that a pun.

[camarod]

You think anyone's been hospitalised from jacking it too much? [genuine thought -]

[retromix]

There's not gonna be much prestige in being the first.

Do you want me to do you a favour or something? It's a lot of money.

[camarod]

Yeah, promise me Eddie's not gonna leave his shit all over the living room.

[he's thinking, okay. maybe four rooms - five? one for a studio, one for Eddie's music shit. spare for the kids (Max, El). oh, but -]

You ran this by Eddie?

[retromix]

I can't promise the impossible, and no, not yet. He's not all that interested in finding somewhere as much as being there.

[camarod]

Christ - talk to your boyfriend first. I'll worry about shit like getting a mortgage.

[retromix]

It's not a real house with a real mortgage, it's just for until we get home.

[camarod]

Uh huh.

[a lot of if’s with that one.]

I’ll take care of it anyway.

[retromix]

Um. Thank you, really. Mean it.

[camarod]

Don't mention it. Except to Eddie.

[retromix]

Brag to your BFF yourself, Mister Moneybags.

[camarod]

I do that daily. Talk to him about the house - I promised him I wouldn't you buy a place somewhere shady.

[retromix]

You guys discussed getting somewhere safe? That was a real conversation you had? What do you mean let me? I know how to find a decent place.

[camarod]

Yeah, we can handle a fight, pretty boy. You, on the other hand ... Not so much.

[retromix]

Excuse me, I fought off a grown Russian soldier! With a telephone.

[camarod]

- You did what?

[retromix]

Yeah! You didn't know about that, did you? Or the drugs they put me on, or how we escaped, or how Russians were taking over Starcourt underneath a giant elevator that went down like a mile into the earth.