"I think the ones on the left are drag queens, too." Dylan said, delighted as he squinted his eyes to observe the hookers in their ankle-snapping heels and skirts so short that they could have been made out of the sleeves from his shirt. He hadn't been above anything in a long time, either, from up above the streets they looked like some kind of fantastical carnival, people coming and going, some lingering by the hookers but mostly going about their business. From the window, Dylan could observe the hustle and bustle of New York and not have to worry about getting caught up in it at all.
"This one has the best view." He said sagely, as if he had been selecting apartments all his life and Dave was a mere prop to observe his brilliant discerning mind. "Plus the window faces West, so the sun won't get in my eyes in the morning." For a moment, he felt a little overwhelmed, thinking of something as a potential home, and he reached to grab Dave's hand again.