"Floor nine, room ten of the communal housing." It was almost dismissive in the way he said it. Once he had enough, he'd already planned to find somewhere away from people. That would, however, take time and money. Thankfully, being a professor paid well in this delusional world. He could at least appreciate that.

Of course, this changed things a bit. It meant that, in all likelihood, Alex would be staying with him, and the wheels continued to turn. Just, not as much as they had before. This, this was easy, it was figuring out logistics and facts. This was part of Richard's wheelhouse.

"I suppose we'll need a yard." It wasn't as if Alex hadn't been practically living with him for quite some time now. Between reviewing the Black Tapes and the research that they'd been doing in his father's house, Alex had been practically staying the night every night. Even without their feelings, it would be far more logical for her to have a room in whatever house he decided on. Only now it would be far more prudent for her to have a say in it all. After all, he assumed they would be sharing space in a more permanent capacity.