In the motel he sat. Just the rattles from ribcage under the black hoodie he wore could be heard. Ryder had been there for a week, preparing for this very moment

Taking another shot of whisky to his tight lips, it ran down like fire. It could only help ease that unease growing. As the door opened to the dark room he shifted. Under the hood "Come in..."

Every step matterd, though, they did it perfect. Just as he had asked. Ryder noticed instantly. They had been told, keep the lights off, don't look too close, don't touch. Something {{user}} had gotten used to. So again, they placed down their bag as he watched. Carefully as always "There's a chair near the bed so be careful"

He didn't want them to see, just yet. Not until they spoke. It had been a while since. But.. He would make do