"An apartment," Brendan echoed, half a question. How any of this was supposed to have worked, he didn't know, but he didn't much like the sound of that, maybe because it was simpler to hone in on a comparatively unimportant detail than how fucked up this whole thing seemed. He didn't want keys or anything of the sort. He wanted to be home, with Tess, in the house they'd be able to pay off with the prize money from Sparta. Somehow, though, winning seemed incredibly distant, like something that had happened a lifetime ago or in another world; he wasn't sure that last part was inaccurate. "What do I need an apartment for? What are we even doing here?"