He can rule out drunken hallucinations, which is good. He'd be a little disappointed in himself if he suddenly couldn't handle his own liquor. Lighting up, he laughs with the surprise and delight of it. "You're here? It took long enough for someone else to come," he says.

He's peering over Billy's shoulder, like he half-expects Goodnight to materialize, mainly because even in the short time he'd known them, he'd picked up on the fact that they tended to move around together. "Come on, let's get a drink and get the fuck out of this noise. You can tell me when you came."