A few people had made a point -- sitting in his room and moping around while life went on without him was a bit of a sad affair. Mike knew it too, it wasn't like this was his first rodeo when it came to being a mopey piece of shit.
It'd been easier though, back then, back in LA, to pick himself up and pretend to carry on. There'd been places to go, beaches and restaurants and the next big fake haunt. Here, not so much.
Still, he'd picked himself up and went to wandering even if there wasn't really any point to stretching his legs, the view was still nice outside. He'd give the hotel that much -- it certainly beat the Dolphin and New York's endless traffic.
The man he came across, with bright long hair and a faraway sort of expression seemed to fit right in against the green backdrop and everything else in the distance. "Bill, right?"