Of course the cat would take to the ingrate-... Teeth grit behind the mask, taking a moment to sort the new information and, well. No. Ingrate wasn't quite right, not if he could trust any of this, what had been said, was genuine. Remorse, guilt. Reaper would have to think it over for a while.

"You can use the couch, don't have much of a bed in this place." Mostly because he never stayed in the place long, it was more of a temporary safehouse he'd set up within a month. He'd claimed an apartment elsewhere, of course, but this building had been closer.

Shoulders tensed noticeably- "Wouldn't be here by the time they could come calling anyway."