He knew that look; nonthreatening, no, depression. Frustration, sadness. He'd seen his own reflection enough to recognize it. Still, he seemed to know better than to bring it up, just shrugging and offering a similar sort of hesitant grin.
"Said I would, didn't I? Besides, I was cheap and only bought the hotel out for the weekend. Figured I'd stop in before I head off," Where he was going, or if he'd really leave, were up in the air; he still needed to find Jake, and have a talk with him. Meet Marco for pizza... and then there was Rachel. A flurry of conflicting emotions made him shut down that train of thought before it even got going. He was here to cheer himself up, wasn't he?
"Am I... interrupting something?" He could see in the faces of the other workers, something wasn't right. Or he could have been imagining it, really, he didn't even know anymore.