That's enough to make Hikaru chuckle, amused, brief, pained a little too exhausted. He took another drag from his cigarette, a longer one.

"I suppose you and Aidan already know this, but... you might want to repaint the ceiling in here."

That was better, wasn't it? It would not be long before he was back on track. (Hopefully. Maybe. Goddamn, he needed to be back on track, needed to not think about how he had gotten here, why he had said yes in the first place, and--)