He thinks about the people that he's been making some time with and for two out of three, maybe pretty is the right word, but he snorts a little when he thinks of Bobo as pretty. "They're not so bad. Besides, I don't think you can stay in the inn with me. Maybe, instead, I'll come to you."

After all, Faraday won't give a shit if he smokes and there'll be less of a line for the bathroom. He just hadn't wanted to be alone again, but he won't be, not now.

"I don't know, I don't use it," he says bluntly. "I just see other people sending messages. And for your clothes..." He trails off, taking the time and the opportunity to look over Faraday, tongue pressed to his lower lip. "No," he says, like he's thought it over and doesn't intend to say. "You won't like hearing the truth."