I mean, we aren't heathens. We have silverware and shit.

I lived alone for a while. Then Boyle showed up, then Jake. Then .. I don't know, it just kind of made sense. Jake's like a toddler, so he needs someone to watch out for him to make sure he doesn't only drink blue drink and eat butter-syrup squares. Boyle can cook and clean and takes care of all of the domestic shit I hate and that Jake doesn't know how to do.

Surprisingly not as horrible as I expected.

They also know not to touch any of my shit unless they want to be murdered.