[Cater knew the signs of a house you didn't consider yours. Of course, a hotel room in Hell was effectively a rental space by definition. Cater wasn't going to look into it too hard right now--it was better, anyway, if neither of them learned too much more about each other. In the span of one night, he already felt like he'd revealed too much of himself. It was less dangerous to do that with a stranger, but only if they stayed strangers.

Fearless had said he wanted to see him again, so...it was time to be a bit more cautious.]

Nah. I'm pretty bloated from all that liquid in me. I don't mind smoking more.

[He could go either way, on that. If Fearless wanted to smoke more, he'd smoke with him. If he didn't, that was fine, too. Cater's eyes keep going back over to that peek of stars.]

Would it be cool if we sat over there?