No, there's not really much that screams of the resident in his room. He suspects that's true of just about everyone present in the hotel, sadly. Nobody had the chance to pack things that mattered to them, unless it happened to be on their person. Hook wondered about that case full of his things; who had packed it? Had he? They were all his things, after all, but he certainly couldn't remember doing it himself. This place had too many questions, and never any answers. The few personal things Hook has, he keeps on his person. Considering the rooms are far from secure, he's not willing to leave things he can't stand to lose behind.
Really, the only thing that applies is a scrap of old parchment, but he never lets go of that anyway. Being in the hotel is nothing new.
There are so many conversations they never had a chance to have. Like the fact he'd worked with Tamara, helped her and her unfortunate looking partner infiltrate the town and set off the fail safe. Hook used to be quite a liar, yet of late whenever he feels even a modicum of guilt he might as well have written it in bold letters across his forehead. Milah licking at his heels especially seems to leave him wanting to confess to whatever crime he has to his name, as if that might erase the resentment and hatred from her eyes. If anything would explain how Milah's distant image looks at him, it's certainly how he treated her son.
"I remember." His tongue is a bit weighted, wanting to explain how he knew the woman. It went without saying Neal likely didn't know. He had to wonder if truth would really set him free in this instance. Either of them free, really. He suspected Neal was hoping he wasn't alone in this, or at least some sort of understanding. Not to get another handful of the ways Killian had managed to fail him. It would likely help neither of them to drag up more ugly past, it'd be selfish to put more out to press on weary minds. Or perhaps the pirate just told himself that, since it was easier than offering the truth. "It's something with the hotel, I gather. Regina was seeing something, and I..." He can't quite look Neal in the eye at that. Of anyone, Neal is most likely the person that doesn't have to ask who he is being haunted by.
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Really, the only thing that applies is a scrap of old parchment, but he never lets go of that anyway. Being in the hotel is nothing new.
There are so many conversations they never had a chance to have. Like the fact he'd worked with Tamara, helped her and her unfortunate looking partner infiltrate the town and set off the fail safe. Hook used to be quite a liar, yet of late whenever he feels even a modicum of guilt he might as well have written it in bold letters across his forehead. Milah licking at his heels especially seems to leave him wanting to confess to whatever crime he has to his name, as if that might erase the resentment and hatred from her eyes. If anything would explain how Milah's distant image looks at him, it's certainly how he treated her son.
"I remember." His tongue is a bit weighted, wanting to explain how he knew the woman. It went without saying Neal likely didn't know. He had to wonder if truth would really set him free in this instance. Either of them free, really. He suspected Neal was hoping he wasn't alone in this, or at least some sort of understanding. Not to get another handful of the ways Killian had managed to fail him. It would likely help neither of them to drag up more ugly past, it'd be selfish to put more out to press on weary minds. Or perhaps the pirate just told himself that, since it was easier than offering the truth. "It's something with the hotel, I gather. Regina was seeing something, and I..." He can't quite look Neal in the eye at that. Of anyone, Neal is most likely the person that doesn't have to ask who he is being haunted by.