Having a history of hallucinations meant that eventually, he would just accept the hotel as one. Talking about it at all at this point was not getting him anywhere, so he tucked away his doubts to think about later and experience what the hotel had to give; walking the border between making safer decisions in case he was moving around in real life and not caring because it wasn't real.
Will held his hand up against the sun. He wasn't some nighttime creature and daylight could be useful for finding information, but he felt calmer in the shadows than in direct light. The lack of sleep could also be picked up better during the day which lead to questions from friends- that were not even around, so what was he worried about? He had to assume the first days in the hotel had the majority of the guests on their toes and unable to get a deep rest- even if that was a norm for him.
"Abigail mentioned it, but it was kind of confusing." He replied, honestly. Looking over a her, he offered a small smile. "Talking to someone you saw die is a strange way to arrive and I wasn't entirely comprehending much."