Holden followed silently behind the two, hefting the bag as he climbed the stairs. When Mo showed them the room, he smiled politely and set what he had carried down where she directed. Holden didn't much look around, focusing on the two with a light smirk. It all reminded him of those good ol' college days, even if they weren't that far behind him. Nick had a tendency to get carried away with his talking, especially to people he fancied. He hadn't the intent to even get near Mo, seeing as he had his own preferences that really didn't entail... women. Most people didn't guess it at first, to which he smiled and said it really didn't matter. Well, it didn't matter to him. it did matter to the people who thought that they were being so conspicuously hit on. Of course, he'd shrug it off and both Jason and Nick would laugh their asses off. Luckily, they did so after said person was out of hearing range 'cause, of all people, they didn't hold back and he could never help but smirk.

After setting down the luggage, Holden moved toward one of the walls as Nick continued talking. He gave it a knock, hearing the clear hollowness of the entire partition. It elicited a deep sign and Holden turned around, pressing his lips into a thin line as his eyes shifted toward Mo and Nick. When Nick finally finished, he wiped away the scowl and waved a hand toward him with a slight smirk, fingers pointing in Nick's direction as he left.

"He doesn't know when to stop talking," he explained, apologizing quickly afterwards, "It's... something he does, I guess."

Turning around, he let his eyes roam Momiji's room, scanning his surroundings. He didn't take to much in, but nonetheless nodded and made a quiet noise of approval. Again, he averted his attention back to the woman sitting on her bed, eyeing her quietly with an arched brow. "I should let you get to settling in, then," he finally spoke as he turned around, "I've got an agent to call. Something about a quarterback." With a large grin, Holden waved and exited, nearly running into a frazzled looking Jason on his way out. He'd deal with that later, he actually did have someone to call.

With his phone to his ears, the buzzing of the other end catching his full attention, Holden cursed at a slight stubbed toe on his way downstairs—he had shoes on too. How? Dammit. But, Holden shrugged it off when a voice crackled to life on the other end.

"Karen Daily," she called out, breathless on the other end, "How... how can I help you?"

Holden didn't quite know how to take that, "Did I call at a bad time? I can always—"

"No! Nonono! I was just," there was clattering on the other end while she spoke, cutting off a tad with a distant curse before coming back even wearier, "I was just on the elliptical. Uh, who is this?"

Rounding the corner at the bottom, Holden moved into the kitchen, frowning at Jason's body language as he flopped onto the couch. Upon entering, he leaned against the counter alone and talking in a hushed voice, "Holden Bishop—"

"Wait, like, a Bishop or...?"

"The Bishop—one of the Bishops, actually. The youngest, really. Does it matter?" he asked as his nose scrunched up at the mention, but his tone staid steady.

"I'm sorry, that was rude of me. Was there anything in particular you wanted? A meeting? Do you intend to sponsor?" she rattled off questions quicker than he could follow.

Holden let out a sigh, smiling in spite of himself as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "Dinner, Saturday, actually," he cut her off.

"With—wait, with who again?"

"Your client?"

"Wilson?"

"Do you have another?"

"No, I'm sorry. It's late."

Holden chuckled into the cellphone as reassured her, "It's fine. So, is that a good day?"

"Um, of course. Yes. I'll write it down, Mr. Bishop. This is a professional meeting right?" she inquired.

"Both."

"Both?"

"Both," he ended the call there and moved back toward the couch, having found a glass of wine to replace the drink Mo made.

He plopped down beside Jason and beamed at him, trying his best to alleviate his obvious worries. "So, I think I may have just booked a date for myself come this weekend, eh? Wait... what's today?" he mused, following Jason's gaze upward. Talking about himself wasn't out of selfish indignation, but to get Jason to forget about whatever he was talking about and focus on something else, anything else. It was obvious whatever happened upstairs pained him and in his talking to Mo and during Nick's spiel, he'd caught the heated yelling coming from outside. He knew what kind of yelling that was, as he was all too accustomed to it and he'd just been through it on a phone call probably not too unlike his own, though the recent events, especially the recent phone call and warm beverage, had all but made his conversation with his mother disappear.

Holden was ready for the night and Jason should be too. If Jason wasn't gonna let his mother ruin his night, then Holden would grant him the same courtesy, though mostly because they were pretty damn good friend.

"Come on," he grinned, patting Jason's chest as he brought his glass of wine to his lips, "We're gonna have a shit ton of fun down on the beach and no one's going to ruin that, no matter how much their recent suit cost or how many husbands they married, remarried, and divorced again, right?"