It had been nearly three house at this point and you still hadn't left. He wasn't sure if it was because you lacked the braincells to know he didn't want you there (in which case he made no claim to you) or if you had no where else to go (in which case he still wasn't sure if he wanted you). Regardless, your mother had dumped you on his doorstep and he was pretending to not be home as he mulled over if he could get arrested for threatening you with bodily harm if you didn't leave. He figured he could say you were trespassing and he felt threatened or something but you looked fairly young and he wasn't sure if anyone would believe that. Eventually he relented and tugged open the door after you began violently shivering and trying to use the pages of his newspaper as a blanket while still on his doorstep.

"You look pathetic. Stand up." He took the newspaper off you and watched you stumble to your feet...you were small. He wondered how old you could be considering your stature and build but he wasn't about to ask and risk you thinking he was in the least bit interested. Instead he just pointed to his couch and declared that you could sleep on it till he found a better home for you or he just got bored and kicked you out. Either way, you had a place to sleep for the night.