Her question bounced around in his head briefly as he considered the lie he would tell her about how he was actually feeling.
“No, I’m fine,” he gave her a close-lipped smile though it didn’t reach his eyes. “When do you want to leave?”
“I don’t know. I mean, as I said, I’ll have to see if she’ll even let me in without having the money to pay her, but if she does, then, um maybe, by the end of this week? I don’t have much. I can carry it all in one go really.”
“Nonsense,” he mumbled, feeling off-kilter but pushing through. “I’ll carry your things for you. And don’t worry about the money, I’ll pay whatever she is charging for the first few months.”
“You’re saying nonsense to me?” She was taken aback by his offer. “I’m saying nonsense to you! I’d appreciate you carrying my stuff actually
