His footfalls would announce him up the stairs and he smiled at the cracked open door before pushing it open and walking in, shutting it behind him.

"Sorry that took so long," he said, pulling the new cowboy hat off his head and setting it on the counter, running a hand through his hair. "Decided I coudln't do without anymore." He glanced at the TV. "Anything exciting goin-.."

Yes, he can read. "Is that.." How many Ainsley Whitly's could there be in New York?