On bad days, Delano didn't go out at all. Montague had started to pick up on the patterns of his moods. Delano would start calling himself the Suicide King more then he called himself Delano. He would start smoking again. Then, Montague would find Delano's apartment closed up, the air thick with smoke, and Delano curled up in some back room whispering about everyone bleeding.
On some people, it would be melodrama, with Delano it felt real.
Part of Delano's problem was the fact that he wanted to help people. Delano wanted people to be happy and he wanted people to be safe. If he couldn't help people, Delano would worry about them. He wasn't the sort of person to try to save everyone, but Delano wanted to save most people.
When Delano couldn't help people, he'd go walking. Usually he would visit a few bars, smoke too much, drink a little, and walk till morning. He usually was a night owl and would sleep through the hot parts of the day only to wake up when the sun was setting. It sounded very romantic when Delano said that he answered people's calls during the hours of dusk and dawn. It was also utterly true.
Montague didn't mind Delano keeping odd hours. He worried when Delano went out late and just wandered, but Delano was capable of taking care of himself. He fretted about the fact that Delano's apartment didn't have dependable electricity. Or phones. So, he'd stop by with perishables and he'd cook for Delano. It was a good way to see if Delano was having a bad day, and a good way to be sure that Delano had dinner.
Sometimes, Montague wondered what Delano meant when he saw people bleeding. They'd sit on Delano's roof and watch the sunset, and Delano would point to the city and whisper that the streets were red with blood. Then he'd light a cigarette, Montague would put his hands in his pockets, and they didn't discuss it.
Sometimes, it was like Delano could see right through people. Considering what Montague knew of people, it didn't surprise him that Delano pretended to jump from buildings, or called himself the Suicide King, or, on bad days, whispered about the world bleeding.