Garrick walks barefoot into the Caldarium and rolls up the legs of his jeans. Sitting at the edge of the water he lets his feet sink in to his ankles. Eyes close as the Nosferatu remembers days before death, sitting at pools and feeling the sun on his back. He doesn't miss the sun or even pools that much. The combination and dull memories of not having a care make him smile though.
Easier days than being dead, having to hunt most nights to stay half dead. Still being dead has a few perks, life is a hell of a lot more interesting. But also complicated, very complicated.
Which has led Garrick to the Caldarium tonight, hoping that Greenberg isn't opposed to shop talk.