The novelty of landlines, or any sort of phone in general, hasn't lost its charm yet. He'd been almost giddy to ring up Klaus earlier, invite him out to share a drink. Truth is, even with all the increasingly familiar faces around here, he's starting to feel isolated.

No saviors, no solid goals... it doesn't suit him at all.

He can't fix the goal shit until he figures out more about this place, but at least he can get himself a little company. It's why he called Klaus up at the boarding house, invited him out to share a little of the moonshine he procured, just as promised. It's been a hell of a long time since he's actually had much to drink, but it sounds like just what he needs right now, and Klaus had been some damn fine company for their brief encounter. Hopefully, he's a fun guy to get drunk with too. He waits for him, figuring he can be a gentleman, walk him back to the house he's squatting in. Or hell, maybe they can walk and talk and stare at creepy fucking phantoms before they fade.