"Alright. Think I figured someone would show up- got the guest room ready while I was air'n out the house." Maybe he figured he'd let his mother stay with him now and then, or- someone. But part of him had hoped, quietly and painfully, that maybe Jim would show. Even if he was lying to himself about being ready to handle this on his own.

Gradually he lets up on his grip, pulling himself upright to sit. It's fine, there ain't much to the house, and he oughta give the grand tour now while he-

While he still can.

"I can show you where to stow your gear."