Locally famous suicide spots are kind of depressing places to hang out, even if you're not...him. He doesn't like to spend more time here than he has to – especially because he always wants to talk people down, when he sees them up on the side of the bridge.
He can deal with it. Once food turns up, he won't be back for another month at least, and if he's never here...well, somebody else will get to it first.
He's sitting up on the railing, right now, near the end, sometimes glancing down the bridge or at the ground and then the water below, mostly checking his phone. Occasionally he flicks the butt of a cigarette into the trash can behind him. (When you've only got a few tastes available to you, and you've got regeneration...)