Mm, yeah. S'pose you're right. It's just hard t' know where to begin.

[ nothing can harsh his happy, triumphant buzz for real, but something of a more somber shadow falls over his expression all the same. it's impossible not to let his thoughts drift to the past when he thinks of things like home. ]

I gave up on havin' place of my own a long time ago. After I died, the roads may not have been the physical sort, but I just kept movin' anyway...

[ and as if on cue he does exactly that, though mostly because he intends to try and shake that feeling. yeah, he's doing his usual deflection, shaking the melancholy off like dust before he smiles at her in a way that wants to be really convincing. ]

What I mean to say is I appreciate any advice ya give me! I'll figure it out in time.