"I'm..." He was starving, which he was aware of, given he had read up on the signs for starvation. Not the most useful reading material, as it turned out, since knowing that it was happening had yet to make him less hungry. The others stole or, well, they provided the kinds of services he didn't, they sold drugs of anything along those lines, but Hartley couldn't bring himself to do any of that, so instead he had practically no way to make any money, at least none he'd discovered yet. Genius. Right.

"I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome. I mean, I don't want to eat too much." So there. He headed to the kitchen and put toast in the toaster as instructed, then opened up the fridge to look for the jelly and Teddy's jars. They looked similar to some of the ones Jerry had, this man really did spend a lot of money on his son.