"That's okay," Dan said, nodding as they shook hands, and blinked, because fucking hell... Luke was nowhere near as alone as he'd thought. And something was behind him. There was more, a hell of a lot more, but that would unfold with time.
"I, I get that," he added after a moment, and then gestured back the way he'd come, away from the bar. "Coffee's this way, come on. I take mine black, what about you?" He turned as he spoke, but whatever had been behind him wasn't there any more. It was, well, behind both of them now, seven steps away. Now wasn't the time to ask about it, though.
"I'll go over some of the things about this hotel while we're walking and while I make coffee. A lot of it is weird, and I'm sorry about that," he said, and explained about how there was always food but no staff to cook it. About how his room would have clothes and toiletries in it for him, and how sometimes things showed up from home. It wasn't a long walk to the kitchen, so by that point, Dan was already making coffee.