"Wasn't you," Dan said, picking at the throw as he spoke. "It was that fucking hotel. It stole you, killed you, and it still won't leave me alone. Even Mom and Dick said so, after all they went through, y'know?" He mimed taking a swing at someone with a roque mallet as he spoke, and the throw fell from his shoulders.
He didn't really notice the lack of the throw, though, since Jack had made the shutters go up. "Nice picture," Dan said, then got unsteadily to his feet to go over and look at the picture up close. "Space dragons, nesting in stars," he said, almost to himself, and then reached out to trace the path a space dragon might have taken on the picture.