"I don't have enough money to blow them on that." Also, no, he probably would not. Maybe one day, just because life was a shit show anyway. Hartley was still trying to apply to schools, something that was almost impossible without a steady address and a lot of funds. Hell, there weren't enough scholarships in the world. It was a worry, but what else was he supposed to do? He had to try to still have a future.

"Why is it a bad idea for me, but you're lying around like you own the place?" He had stopped himself short of calling him Rum Tum Tugger, so there was that at least. Musical references still a solid zero, nice save there.