[ Juno can remember the pale echo of a conversation; something that had, inevitably, led to his taking the kid in and watching over him. It's been like this for years, a back-and-forth situation with a father who would "go away" and the needs of a young man. Juno could barely care for himself, and here he was - caring for a kid. And like most, if not all, kids that he knew - this one was good at sustaining himself. Quiet, self-reliant

prone to taking care of those that ought to be minding after him, he thinks. He thinks he remembers this. ]

Give them here, [ he says, heedless of the kid's instructions, as he reaches his hands out to take the bag of vegetables and other food goods from his hands. ]

The -- [ which room, juno ] The one closest to the garage, I think. Sarra's in the other one.

[ Sarra. His partner's sister. ]

Go orient yourself, I'll put this away and be right there.