"Same," Tony admitted. "It's...I don't even know." He was in prison back home. So he couldn't really complain about the accommodations. He was still in a sort of prison, but he had an entire town to move around, rather than just one cell. But all his contacts were gone, and he really had no idea what was going on. How did he get here, what was the point? There were more questions than answers, which bothered him. He liked answers. He liked certainty and predictability. He didn't like everything being a virtual unknown.
And with Ryan here, well. That opened up a whole new avenue of potential. Could Michelle show up? He didn't know how he felt about that. She was the love of his life, but she'd been gone a long time. He'd lost a huge part of himself the day she'd died. He wasn't the person she'd known, he wasn't the man she loved anymore. How would he deal with it, if she showed up? How would she deal with this place?
He really needed to not think about that. He took a sip of his drink. "As crappy as things are back home, I think I'd rather be there. At least there, I knew what to expect from day to day."