He'd watched the sun rise from the seat of his car. BMW idling near the Hudson bridge, seat drawn back. Languid with introspection. Exhausted even if he'd slept for little over two hours at Shiloh's side. Which wasn't something he wanted to think about right now, the loneliness was easier. Comfortable.
He needed to shave, and ran his hand over his face. Worry about it later, Trenton decided as he changed gears and rolled back onto the street. Cruising outside the city limits just for something to do, when he actually returned to Bellum it was early in the afternoon.
Stressed and charmed on his way back up to the penthouse. The door was unlocked, so he knew Shiloh wasn't there. The interior was a mangled reminder of his rough day. Drugs still cut and glaring against countertops and tabletops, but he brushed past them. Considering the lack of a television on his wall -- it was something he'd traded last minute for two eightballs -- he'd have to order another one.
Worry about it later, Trenton reminded himself when he crept back into the bedroom. He read over Shiloh's note with some difficulty, tired eyes straining at the crooked script.