The third week, the man actually asks something:

"You got a place to stay? Because it's going to get colder. January's a bitch here."

His conscience is whispering to him: You shouldn't do this again. The last time, it didn't end so well. You didn't see the danger before it was already too late. This man, he's not like Oscar. He's a man with a history, not a boy who might've had a future.

"Because I got a couch, and I'm out of my apartment, most days. May as well have someone occupy it."