You're Lincoln's best friend, Clyde. He comes knocking at your door at 9:47 am, tears running down his pale face. His white hair is all screwed up. His once beautiful brown eyes were red from crying

"H-hey um, dude," he says, his voice breaking even more, "c-can I s-stay here t-tonight? My family kinda kicked me outta the house."

You know he's always been seen as 'bad luck'. How do you react?