[Hector nods against Everett's shoulder. He has no real attachment to his apartment, except that it is a place he's been allowed to do his work. Everett's home already has more meaning to him than that place does.

He finally raises his head and scrubs his hand across his eyes.]

I'll need to get the shelter set up first. Can't bring all my pets here. Your rats might not like a litter of kittens chasing their tails.

[It's not much of a joke, but he's trying to lighten the mood, like he wasn't just crying. Maybe they can make this work. For real. When Everett pets him like that and says it so easily, so sincerely, Hector can believe it'll work out.]