[He's a far cry from the dapper flirt he met at the party. Hank wonders if he still has any of his old partners or if Travis ruined that for him. It certainly looks like it. If he's damned to be wondering this place, scraping by.]

Yeah, Will, wasn't it? No problem.

[He remembers that painting now.]

[He goes over to it, and now it's even more tragic. That night he'd been too put out by the images to really enjoy them. But this man had. There'd been a fuckin' lot of suffering under all that karaoke and fancy fucking cheese. This place really isn't so different from the regular world in that way. Hangman's Daughter lost faith in her business and in kindess. And Will? This is his last remnant of a good life.]

[He decides to find somewhere to sit.]

Nick's been pretty messed up by it. She even quit drinking. Have you checked in with her?