"Oh, oh," Bolin says, raising a hand like a classroom student with an answer for a familiar topic. "I went to the pet store the other day, to look for toys for Pabu. Although I didn't buy anything, I promise. But you should see the things they have there, seriously. Just cats, too. And rabbits, whatever a rabbit it."

He seems, rather than confused or disturbed, rather pleased about this state of things. "It was a learning experience. Which is probably nothing new since ... every day ... since the first days ... has been the same way. You know what, I'm going to manage my enthusiasm over here. We'll go out and get the things we need for the kitchen. Soon. Together? And then eventually, I figured I should look for a job. Please don't get mad at me. Or tell me no. Even though I'm not saying that this subject isn't up for discussion, I'm just saying ... "

He doesn't know what he's just saying. As much as he's able to almost infinitely grin and bear things, the steady pay of the last year had ensured a steady loft apartment and life without uncomfortable cold or overly lean meals.