Many unexplainable facts had been brought up in the responses of his network posts. The year discriminations being a large issue. The only reasoning that sat well with him was it was all some big hallucination, some extended nightmare or dream given how days felt complete and not at all sporadic like they often did when he was hallucinating. If that was the case, he figured he needed to worry less, try to enjoy the fact that Abigail was alive- stop focusing on Hannibal so much. He would try but there was a deeply satisfying connection there that could never be replaced or replicated. Even if Zemo had a similar charm, little could make the refinement of Hannibal, the extensively detailed mind and psychological fascination of the man.
Walking into the bar, flannel layered over a grey t-shirt, he smiled seeing Edrisa. She had a brighter energy about her as opposed to Beverley, something he could see in how she moved and inspect the bottles. "So there really isn't a bartender. This is a terrible hotel experience," he joked though his tone stayed subdued in nature.