I fell through corridors of broken floors

Arwood took the bottle and knocked his head back for another swig, delighted that his company actually intended on sharing. "Hmm"  The male hummed thoughtfully for a brief moment. "Guess I'm exploring."  He shrugged.  It was sort of a lame answer, but this guy didn't seem the type to want to listen to Arwood's sob story about how he'd been kicked out by his parents so now he was just out here trying to find himself or whatever. Fuck, Arwood wasn't even sure if he was the type to want to tell the story to begin with. Things like sympathy and empathy were only good for sparks of instant gratification in situations like this, and that wasn't anything he'd been all too interested in.  Plus, this guy also didn't seem the kind to hand out things like sympathy and empathy, though perhaps it wasn't polite to judge a book by it's cover.

"How about you, Scald who has nothing to be sad about, what are you doing out here?"