Benjamin
As Adrian ascended the stairs, the numbness in his body grew. His weight would slowly lift itself off of Amos's shoulders with each step they took up the stairs together. Then, at the top, Adrian would slowly remove himself from Amos, standing up straight on his own. 

The upstairs led directly into a very simple living space. The first room appeared to be put together like a study, with a desk covered in papers and walls lined with bookshelves, each shelf chock full of books that both Adrian and the Drama enjoyed reading in their free times. The papers on the desk were orderly, and seemed to be on various things. Some were financial, some seemed to be letters, and others were rough drafts of books. As Amos finished speaking, Adrian shook his head.

"No... That answer is splendid." The Drama spoke. He chuckled and slowly walked over to the desk, the way which he carried himself clearly changing to fit his change in mental state. 

"I'm currently writing a new book under the pen name I gave you... I always planned a sequel to one of her books, there were many plot threads I left open ended that I wish to tie together, and my recent meeting with you inspired me." He smiled as he read the page on top of the stack. It seemed mostly in order, if not for the various scribbles and markings that looked as if they served a corrective purpose.

"I was writing almost nonstop when I wasn't running my shop or... Nevermind that." He chuckled and carried on to the next room, beckoning for Amos to follow him.
Phyllis
As John's weight lessened, step by step, Amos found himself less able to focus on his... What? Friend? Acquaintance? Less able to focus on John and more focused on his surroundings. At the top he let go of him, allowing John to straighten up on his own and stand. He let John lead to give himself the time to get the growing anxiety under control again.

Glancing about the simple living space he paused to take in the desk and numerous books on the shelves. "What of yourself? Would you consider yourself different than you were as a child?" As John walked to the desk, Amos followed. He only glanced briefly at the financial papers and letters which weren't any of his buisiness, and let himself linger on the rough drafts. He was aware something had changed; Like talking to someone else entirely, but at the same time he couldn't figure out if it was a way to cover up those uncomfortable emotions, or something different.

Were he in a calmer state himself, perhaps he could have sussed it out a bit more.

"Jessica Cross, wasn't it?" He says, pulling the information forward from his memory. He had picked up one of the books, keeping it in his bag where it was protected from the elements. "I would imagine most mysteries have some loose threads. Something else to explore there then, or are you hoping to give readers more questions?" He followed John's mood. It was easier than formulating his own for the moment. 

"Glad to have helped though I can't imagine how meeting an odd drifter would be inspiring," He says with a light smirk before following John, shifting his eyes down to the floorboards. The last statement reminded Amos of Lenore, and the fuzzy, dreamlike veil he'd pulled over the incident shivered.
Benjamin
The Drama seemed to pause suddenly at the question of his childhood... He almost forgot that Adrian was thinking about *That* Again. His eye twitched and he chuckled, tapping the rough drafts.

"Of course. To ask that question is futile, no? Who *Isn't* Different from when they were a child. The world changes people. If only he could understand that, I believe..." He cut himself off as he felt pain return to his stomach, then shook his head. "Nevermind." He would say, waving the topic out of the air. The Drama was quick to pick up Amos's question and change the subject. He chuckled at Amos's realization.

"Quite the astute observation, Amos. Of course I do, it wouldn't be a very good mystery novel if I didn't..." The Drama looked over the pages with a sort of soft gaze, as if he were looking at something or someone he cared deeply about.

"Many people devote their lives to finding the truth about things. They desperately want answers, thinking that *Maybe, just maybe I will understand*. Ironically, the truth often leaves people more dazed and confused than ignorance... I wish to capture this feeling in my new book." The Drama chuckled.

The next room looked to be a simple kitchen, complete with a wood stove, a dinner table, and an icebox filled with wine. The stove appeared to be somewhat dusty, as if it was kept clean but never really used. In fact, the inside of the stove was un-singed by the fire of use. The stove had *Never* Been used. There also didn't appear to be any trace of food in the kitchen, nor were there dishes to be eaten from; there were only fancy wine glasses on display in a glass cabinet. In comparison to the study, the kitchen was actually rather small, only large enough to bear to stay in it for a short time. 

"I hope you brought food, Amos. I take it a traveler such as you would always have food on you, though, so I will chose not to worry." He chuckled.
Phyllis
Amos did not miss the twitch, or the quick change of subject that John seemed to jump to. Something didn't seem right, and he was not entirely sure if he had made the correct choice in coming inside. Despite himself however, he nodded as he picked up on John seemingly referring to someone else, placing one more simple question where he was not sure if he ought to. "If only who could understand, John?"

But then he followed the next course of conversation, uncertain if he ought to pursue the last given both of them had a habit of lying. "I look forward to it then," He says before looking at the papers. "And that is true enough. I think the saying is that truth is stranger than fiction, and that's often the case I've found. Usually to the point that folks will take a dull lie over the truth."

Granted, wasn't dazed and confused how he felt right then? Nothing seemed real, but until he had a moment to process everything, not real was just fine. He paused briefly seeing the next room which underlined the strangeness of everything. An unused kitchen, aside from the ice box and glasses, just felt abnormal given every kitchen he had seen otherwise was a place of activity and warmth. *But then John doesn't need to cook, does he?* He reminded himself before setting his bag on the table.

"I have enough for myself, yes," He agreed with a nod. "I didn't think you would keep wine here, though. Personal habit?" He asked, removing the book to set on the table and weighing his options; Push and see what he could learn about John, or let the questions die?

He knew something was up and he suspected that feeling of dealing with different people wasn't exactly unfounded. But some individuals were like that. He was also a guest however... Unless John was open to another 'trade' at least. There was some potential there.
Benjamin
The Drama pulled his head back some at the mention of a "Habit". He chuckled and shook his head, looking to Amos.

"No, no... It's just one of the few things besides water that I can stand to drink... Everything else isn't good enough to bother consuming." He looked to the icebox and hummed. "Would you like a glass?" He asked, gesturing to the cabinet.