He lets out the sudden snort of a laugh at John's suggestion. It's not like he hadn't intended to get a real job. He'd just been busy as of late, not to mention the fact that he's been trying to find something to do that isn't waiting tables or serving coffee, but at this point he might not have the luxury of such a choice as that anymore.

"I suppose," he replies, after a moment. He had of course been thinking of something a little more fun, considering these are technically nonexistent medical bills that they're discussing after all.

He glances aside at the other man after another moment of walking together, wondering whether it's actually bothered the other man that he's not really had anything in the way of real money so far. "Is that a hint?"