[ No, Flynn supposes they didn't. He was certainly happy for years with just Yuri and Hanks and Miriam and the other kids. The two of them against the world, hand-in-hand.

Or, you know, pinning each other to cobblestones like these kids. Flynn can't help smiling wider, watching the two of them. ]

If nothing else, it... isn't as if we haven't slept on the streets before. We'll figure it out. I'd strongly prefer a roof over my head, especially in a place like this. Did you see the wall we passed through, coming in here? They're defending themselves against something. Monsters, most likely.