"'Something you need', riiight... More like if I decide to choke you..." Chester left the door open, and stomped back inside the house, flopping onto the old couch and glaring again at the broken TV. He missed the company of another in his house and he hoped his bad temper hadn't already made the carer want to leave. He cleared his throat and looked over to Delvin. "Um... Sorry... I... Um... Your room is the second door..."

He would have helped the man in with his bags, but he knew his bad leg wouldn't allow it. He had lost it in the accident, and had it replaced by a robotic replica. The technology wasn't quite perfected, so it still hurt to walk about. It wasn't as strong as his real leg either.