Oh, uh... not really. It's more like sometimes you just need to rest your head a little.

( scott shrugs his shoulders. it's nothing strange to him, really, given he'd come from prison and thrived on the kindness of others willing to help after. no harm in doing nice things, even if he's housing a serial killer. then again, the company scott generally keeps aren't necessarily the most innocent, either.

he scratches the end of his nose. ) I mean, you don't have to stay. But it looks like you're liking that spaghetti well enough, which is awesome already.

I got a futon which is a lot nicer than a motel bed, though.