[ Points in this guy's favour: He apologized without hesitating. Retrieved his bag for him, which Pete takes, gratefully. Even admitting to it being an accident is alright, even if that doesn't solve anything.

Point immediately against this guy: Everything else that comes out of his mouth.

Pete just blinks at him, at first. The audacity is insane. Maybe this kid is actually insane? But no, he's too put together for that. And he did apologize, but also: holy shit.

That decides his next course of action easily enough, and Pete shoots him a grin, all teeth and cynicism. ]

Oh, yeah. Which home was that today? All the spots under overpasses are taken, mostly by wannabe tough guys who'll cut you for looking at 'em wrong. [ Don't mind the scar slicing through his right cheek, that's probably unrelated. ] What few community halls we got ain't much better, 'cept those were filled to capacity hours ago. Maybe I can find a nice tree, do you think? Rain'll still cut through the leaves and branches, but at least I'm not going to get knocked into any puddles there, huh?

[ A beat. Still smiling at him, albeit brighter now. Hoping that he's accurately judged this kid as a sap — a privileged, privileged sap — and successfully guilted him along the way, if that first instinct to apologize was any indication. ]

Or were you inviting me to yours?

[ C'mon instincts, don't fail him now. ]