[ When Jay takes the offered seat he will at least attempt to be civil and/or polite and stop whatever he's writing for the moment, although he's still got his pen in his hand and he may or may not be idly spinning it every so often because he's Extra like that. ]

Reading. Sometimes the front desk actually bothers giving you actual books, and there's only so many things a person can do when confined to the motel.

[ At least during the week, when they're allowed to venture further beyond the motel, he finds that he has more things to do, more things to keep his mind occupied.

Take away his laser-point focus towards his work and his technology and he's ending up to be quite the restless wanderer, apparently. ]

I needed the distraction.

[ It's said candidly, blandly, and it would have almost been flippant if not for the abnormal weight that Seto has put behind his words. Don't they all need the distraction, after what happened that morning?

It's not every day you witness someone being crushed to death by spikes. ]