"I don't get out much, either," Sitwell replied to excuse his regular absence, but it was with a private smile that suggested it wasn't just the job he was so invested in. Not that it was all his new sleeping schedule's fault; it was difficult to see someone very often when you didn't live in the same city. Weird, too. Most people Sitwell met on the job, the last time he saw them was at funerals. That was a morbid place to go, but Sitwell suspected he knew why and let him come back around, waving away his excuse to more closely examine some other time and asking, "But you found this place?" Pretty niche for someone who hadn't had the chance to hit the big sites yet-- pretty niche for a local, Sitwell suspected. "I'm not complaining, it's your birthday, but..." he had to say, one hand up in surrender and the other raising his beer to his lips to properly cope with his surroundings.