"Watson," he repeats, nodding and gesturing toward a set of stairs leading up to where several rooms and assorted furniture are arranged. "Good to meet you, man. Chosen name's Ingmoon but that's mostly for me. We're all just Wayne, y'know?"

The room that he leads Watson to is tidy, all rounded edges and soft angles, a bed prepared, a TV stand with no TV, a desk, and a mirror. Wayne leans his shoulder against the doorframe, offering an easy sort of tilt of a smile. "Make yourself at home, huh? Food's whatever you want outta the fridge if you're hungry. If you really want somethin' to do you can talk with Old Wayne, he might have a job for you so you're not bored. Otherwise, I can answer whatever you want."