"Yeah," Gene says, and after a moment stands up from the bed, collecting his old clothes. His movements are still a bit awkward and stiff, and it's clear his thoughts are elsewhere.

He just wants this to be over. One way or another, he wants to know what Tony thinks of him, so he can move on. His own downward spiral is as deleterious as it is inevitable; he'd rather be back in the comfort of the hotel when his despair finally broke through the cold solid shell of his shock.