[There's a look of understanding, of relief, that Hardison just gets it. And it ain't easy to find people that just get it. It was why he could open up to him, when he was ready. He gave him space and time.]

Yeah.

[A small word, almost rude and inconsequential to anyone else listening, but it's not. It really means thanks.]

I hate to say it but that's what this place feels like, man. Literally, exactly that. A horror movie.

[It seems so ridiculous to say the actual words out loud but he needs Hardison to know how bad it is, how bad it can get.]

Places seem haunted or somethin'. Things out there in the snow that make noise. Things that... [Just a pause, a hitch in his breathing.] ...attack you. Things you can't really see.