[He slumps back against the wall in the semi-private corner he'd backed into to have this conversation, letting out a staticky breath of his own into the communicator.]

Yeah. I get it. I agree with you! I just didn't—it didn't even occur to me to think of a cover story or nothin' before it came up. And it'll have to match yours, too. So what've you been telling people who ask about home?

[This feels . . . messed up. He really hadn't considered it at all, which he realizes now was pretty dumb. You can't just go telling people all that crazy-sounding crap! He doesn't wanna talk about it anyway! But coming up with a whole cover for it feels like picking part of the weight back up, too, right when he'd thought he might drop it.]