As much as Jim tries to get Hamilton to just sit down and relax for more than 10 minutes, inevitably he finds himself with energy to burn, and he's either putting a pen to paper or wandering around trying to sort through his jumbled thoughts. As it so happens, he's engaged in the latter activity when he's abruptly met by a walking mountain of goods that, quite frankly, neither of them should be able to afford.

The collision drags him into the present, though, and he's squatting down to pick some of the clothes off the ground before his mind has a chance to properly slow down.

"I'm fine, don't worry about it," he says, friendly enough despite the distracted air about him. "Trust me, it takes a lot more than that to--" His words cut off as soon as he locks eyes with the other guy, and sweet Jesus, what the hell happened to that poor man's skin?

...Oh, did he say that last bit out loud?

Yeah, sorry about that.