Justice knew better than many guests here that it wasn't possible to leave until you'd reached some pinnacle of self-enlightenment. He himself had no interest in such things, nor did he care that that meant he'd likely never get out of here. What did he have to go back to? Probably everyone he'd known was dead or so old they might as well be, and he felt sure he'd begin to age again as well if he left. So Colton was here for a while, quite possibly. "Too bad," he said, finding it too hot to haul out his best snark, at least for now.
Justice didn't like the way the kid was looking at him, but he had fewer options than he did with many people. The only thing that had saved the blond from getting the stew beat out of him by Justice was that Justice didn't want to touch him. Who knew what kind of disgusting, unnatural germs he might have, given his deviant lifestyle?