It was difficult for Jesus to settle down. Not in a small scale sense - he could be quiet and easy and gentle and relaxed - but in the sense that he couldn't do without leaving places, with traveling and making himself try new things and new living conditions and--well, so on and so forth. He would disappear into the wilds for days, weeks, with little communication other than check in texts to people that cared. Which was to say he couldn't stay in one place and would rather explore everything that he could. He loved the adventure and took advantage of that.

He found himself a lot of places this way, some places with more success than others. He always had to be extra careful in the South but he managed to be himself anyway, somehow. He was tougher than people assumed; the hippie with long hair in a ponytail and an immaculately trimmed beard. When he'd asked the waitress in the waffle house to give him suggestion of bars in the area, he smiled and nodded when she told him some but also where not to go.

He thanked her for her help and went to his hotel room to sleep for a while - a tiny rat-trap place. It suited him, just like it suited him to go to some shithole dive bar instead of heeding the waitress' advice. He sat himself at the bar rather than a table,slowly nursing some whiskey now that he was settled in.