[ Look Cassian isn't judging, because...Cassian is not a judgey person, really, but he has this nebulous idea that Jefferson puts a lot of effort into how he looks, and couch bedhead in a teenagers crop-top with several days past due shower needs is a good look for a select few. ]

Threatening you with... [ Cassian drifts off there, shaking his head and rolling his eyes before he crosses the office in order to squat down in front of Jefferson. ] You can do better. You will do better. But get out of that house, please. Let him rattle in it, alone. It won't be good for him but it'll be better for you.

[ And maybe Howard will get himself together but Cassian can think of better reasons to hold his breath. ]

Do you want to crash at my place for the day? My roommate is going to be asleep all day, he works night shifts at the hospital.