Of course he was. The only visitors the moody bastard got were family, law enforcement, and that one fellow who he was pleasantly surprised hadn’t coughed up pneumonia unto them all.

“Right this way, sir,” he said, leading the workman to the bench.

There were splinters everywhere, splayed out under the leather upholstering. It made a distinct “V” shape from the middle... and there was a pile of toppled, chipped bricks poking out from under it.