death in pied clothing

Physical places have never particularly stuck for him. People used to, although it had been less and less so, recently. The exceptions were notable.

Rachel had become the most notable exception ages ago, at this point. He had absolutely no regrets about it.

Even less so while intoxicated--although, to be fair, part of that was his regret of other things. Like the swimming in his head. "...give me a beat."

Counting off up the stairs would help him hit each step. Don't question, Rachel.