Conrad appeared to relax just a tiny bit more. Maybe Carol and Wes would come back. Mike had a point, New York had been temporary --
Mike. The name managed to pull Conrad even further away from his thoughts and back to the present. "I'm so sorry, Mike. My name's Conrad. And apologize for.. all of this." He gestured vaguely to the mess around them. "It won't happen again, I promise."
Whiskey bottle in hand, he came to sit beside Mike on the bed, his shoulders slumping a bit. "New York is actually part of the reason why I'm so distressed. It, ah. It didn't end too well for me. I was afraid something equally terrible had happened to the people who are missing. But maybe I'm worrying too much about all this.."
Not that worrying did much good to begin with, warranted or not. Conrad paused, looking at Mike. "Can I.. ask you to hang around for a little while?"