[While the brief look of the living room was generally sparse but in decent condition, in the guest room? Oh hell, it looks like something just lost it in there. Bits of wallpaper look torn and water damaged, there's the occasional singe mark on the floorboards, and when Hamilton closes the door it looks like the hinges are just barely holding on. He hangs up his outer coat on the hook and two things become quite apparent. 1) a hole has been hurriedly sewn back together on the cloak and, 2) it matches a similar repair on the vest Hamiltons' wearing, over a rib.

He sits down on the lounge, one of the few things in the room that doesn't look well. Weathered.]

Laurens you've missed a lot, like about twenty-two years, and I've got some guesses on how you wound up here, but you're not gonna like any of them.

[He drops back to Laurens, that's more comfortable, gives him enough distance to even start talking about what happened.]