Dan unfolded one of the sweaters, just to put it on over what he was already wearing - nothing too exciting, since there had been clothes in one of the empty houses and he just...clothed himself in whatever wasn't bloodstained. But he wanted to see how it fit, if the sleeves were too long, and so forth - it seemed to be just fine, and he took it off to refold neatly.
He wasn't one of those people who didn't put things back how he found them - that was just rude.
"Some names I know seems to be the extent of it," he agreed. Well, he'd heard of Richie, anyway. The price of fame. "That must be strange, trying to suss out who exists where. It's enough to give someone an existential crisis. Planning to do anything for your year anniversary?" he asked. That seemed to be a long time. He'd probably start losing track of it.