[he stares at harvey for a long time. purposeful, letting him think he's weighing the idea of just giving into him and agreeing that he's gone and figured out it. he sets his jaw and folds up the paper, setting it on the table next to the orange. then, he sighs, like he's giving up the chase because it's too tiring to keep going.]

I quit before I got here. [he pauses, as if looking for the right words.] But this is a lot to handle. It's easier when you're not. You know. Creepy hotel, lack of friends or family or support or whatever.