[Chris can't help taking a small peak around as he enters and it's...dreadfully plain. Like Scott's refusing to admit he lives here.

The offer earns a small, appreciative, smile.]

Pillow and water for sure.

[He keeps his tone light, unbothered by an real or perceived awkwardness in either of them. He at least has the sense to take his boots off at the door before moving further in to confirm-]

You allergic to decorations or personal touches? Even military sorts I know have more things in their rooms than you've got.