Nate hasn't met the Musketeers. What the fuck has he been doing in this city for a year if he hasn't met the goddamn Musketeers? He makes a note to ask Marcus more about that later, determined to track them down himself and find some obscure reason to talk to them. Maybe he'll just follow them and accidentally bump into them on the street, that always seems to go down a treat in this city. People here are way nicer than anyone Nate ever knew back home.

He doesn't ask for detail about who Lila is, for which Nate is grateful. He could lie, but it's pretty debatable whether he's any good at that, and it feels wrong to lie to a priest.

Nate glances up at Candlewood in front of them and nods. "Home sweet home," he says, and maybe it's just a shoebox of a bare apartment but it is more home than he's ever had before. And getting sweeter by the minute with Marcus's offer to pour him a drink.

He leads him upstairs, fumbles for the key in his pocket and eventually gets the door open, letting Marcus in. "Make yourself at home."