[Faust nods, without any kind of irony. He's so earnest it practically hurts. At Rick's question, however, he glances aside, seeming troubled and awkward about answering. Because...]
I don't... really have any possessions, or any need to sleep. I spend most of my time here...
[It's the mildest possible way to say that he's effectively homeless, in other words.]
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I don't... really have any possessions, or any need to sleep. I spend most of my time here...
[It's the mildest possible way to say that he's effectively homeless, in other words.]