"It must be nice, to have someone that you can follow to places," he says, and maybe it's snide, but it's only because he feels off-kilter for never having had anyone he would even have called a friend until he hit Rose Creek and met other men like him (some of them more like him than others, but seeing as those people aren't here, he's not thinking about that).

He raises a brow when Billy comments that he's not alone. It's not much of a jump to know who else is here, though he wonders if Billy will admit to anything beyond companionship. Still, he perches on the arm of a chair as he waits for the bourbon. "If you have tequila or whiskey, that too," he says, because he'll need that and the bourbon to process what's happening. He settles the logs at his feet after he leans forward, trying to brush off some of the rain from his shoulders.