Josh is, as promised, easy and cooperative about getting out of the hotel and to Dwayne's safe house. He's made his decision, and he's pretty sure it's a good one; he's not going to try and change his mind. He's made sure his own contacts know he's safe and won't be looking for him, and they're probably attributing his disappearance to a bad reaction to losing the girl--reasonable, considering how much they know about what kind of hell she's gone to. There was good reason, after all, Josh had been willing to put his life on the line trying to get her out.

He waits patiently behind Dwayne as he surveys the interior, then follows him in and looks around as well. Dwayne's clearly working with more funds than the group he's been with, being able to keep a place like this on hand. As soon as the door's closed behind them Josh toes out of the uncomfortable dress shoes he's heartily sick and tired of wearing, then sucks off the suit jacket and tie he'd put back on for the trip rather than leave behind or carry. Suits that fit him aren't easy to come by, after all, especially nice suits that fit him well, and he lays them both neatly over the back of the couch then pads into the kitchen, tugging his dress shirt loose and rolling the sleeves up as he walks.

"I'm not much of a gourmet guy, anyway." Josh grins, easy and impish. "Never enough food. Want help putting this all away?"