Rudolph actually laughed. It was quick and did not last long but it was a laugh. A genuine, one hundred percent laugh. "Okay, Rassa, okay. You win this one. Just stop trying to convince me okay? Three months." He held up three fingers as he said that. His lips were definitely in a wide grin and not just a ghost of one either. "That is all we have got okay? If I decide for whatever reason, it just isn't working, I will leave. The compromise there is I will write to you. No matter where you are, I will write a letter to you every week at the very least." In a gesture that was very much the old Rudolph, he reached across the table and grabbed her hand. Bringing it to his lips, he planted a light kiss on the back of it. "My lease is up whenever I don't my rent. No questions ask. No payment, and I'm gone. Those are the rules. I have nothing of value there so we don't need to stop there." And he didn't want her to see where he was living. It wasn't the best of places and certainly no place for Rassa to be. It was just barely okay for him to be there. Being a cripple did have some advantages. As bad as those advantages were.