"I'm fine, it feels really hot and I'm burning." He coughed, scratching his head. He felt bad, he didn't want to make his friend worry. "Water sounds good. I'll be outside. I'll pay you back."

Jersey was being really nice, not what Punkish really expected. He did need some help, and what Jersey was doing is good enough for him. The strawberry blond would expect the other male to toss in a joke or not help.

Punkish left the building, sitting down at a table. A duo came by, talking to Punkish. He felt sick to the stomach, trying to get them to leave. He conversed and the duo finally left. He had a clear mind with no one near him, 'Maybe Jersey can live with me? I don't really like living alone. I lived with friends longer than I did alone. Maybe he already has place of his own anyways, or a roommate or two.' He rubbed his chin, 'Nah! It's probably a great idea. Maybe he'll say yes.'

When Jersey went out the store, looking at Punkish, he cleared his throat, "It's probably too sudden since we just saw each other after too long... Maybe you'd like to live with me?" He frowned, looking down at his shoes. He snatched the water bottle out of his hands, chugging it down.