That was a difference with the two of them. Joshua stayed to cities, playing in bars and moving from one saloon to another until he wore out his welcome with the proprietor and the girls. It wasn't always the same day.

"Then we're right back where started. None of this,' He says, twirling a finger to indicate the house. "Means anything." Yet he still doesn't sound happy about that, not about any of it, and he can hear it in his own ears. "Glad you haven't been in this place alone."

Nope, that didn't sound any better. Fuck.