“Stays here mostly, but sometimes spends a night or two with a neighbor when he needs a change of scenery and they’re feelin’ sweet on him. Folk here love doting ever since he got sick, a miracle he hasn’t been spoiled rotten. Sweet thing. You likely won’t be runnin’ into him anytime soon, though, so don’t worry about a stranger sneakin’ up on you in your sleep.”
He’s either dead or there’s something deeper here. Sus as fuck on Dawson
