[He is, in fact, entirely too comfortable up here to look like much of a risk for a short walk and a long fall, but. Hey, you never know. If nothing else, the joke seems to land. Earns Wriothesley a sharp exhale and an appropriately amused glance back up from the ledge.]

Oh yeah? [Worried about little old him? He's touched. Ironic—] Were you gonna tell me life is worth living?

[Cute.

He could make a joke here about death only really slowing him down a little, but there's better things to do. For instance—oddly obliging, he gestures a little toward the ground, at a slightly-dilapidated looking establishment on the other side of the street. Another motel—if one even less impressive or comforting than the one they're standing on, if that's even possible. A small, fenced-in parking lot.]

Green pickup has been here three out of the last four nights around this time. Does a couple laps of the block first and leaves before sunup, so I don't think he wants to be seen. Either he's got reason to think he's being followed or he's seeing someone he shouldn't.

[Could be either. Welcome to the Panorama edition of Days of our Lives, Rizzo. You asked!]