"Yeah, okay. Thanks," Steve says, feeling like a bit of an asshole for complaining when he could be here all alone, puking on the street with no idea what was going on. "Anything without my blood and sweat on it is an improvement."

Hopper starts talking about a package and Steve eyes him warily, feeling something like fear curl coldly in his belly. There really is no leaving this place, and it's starting to sink in.

"A place to stay? Like, by myself?" Steve asks, feeling entirely unequipped without really knowing why. He was a latchkey kid for most of his life. He's used to being home alone, but still. This is different. This is really being alone. "Where do I get the envelope?"

He blinks again, brows furrowed. "And what envelope is big enough for a mobile phone?"