"Old movies on the TV whenever you want," he says, gesturing to where the black and white movie is still playing. With a flick of his wrist, he tosses the phone onto the couch where it will get lost within the cushions. Eddie will find it weeks from now when he finally needs it, but for now it's just a weird plastic rectangle.

"If you need anything else..." He trails off and shrugs. "Mi casa es su casa."

He doesn't know any other Spanish, but he knows that much. And he means it, too. Chrissy has been through enough, he hopes she can feel comfortable here.