The makeshift roof

Hamilton takes one last turn, sighs as though the world were on his shoulders and heads for what appears to be a small covering, a sheet tied to two metal bars, held in place by two sand filled vases. There appears to be a few blankets underneath, and a plastic box. Thomas tells himself over and over again that it's not Alex’s. That he doesn't live here, he can't live here because he's Hamilton the smart mouthed, quick witted prodigy who laughs in the face of fear. But all fears are confirmed when Hamilton drops his bag underneath the shabby awning and sits heavily on the filthy blankets, before muttering “Home sweet home.” With a sardonic laugh. Basically TJeff is a giant fuck about homeless people without knowing Alex himself is on the streets, so he tries to help and also redeem himself. With a healthy dose of my favourite side ships thrown in ;)