[He lingers in the living room, eyes trailing to the large windows in lieu of anything more interesting to look at. It was weird being this down low in the building. When he and Fes had lived here, they'd been much higher up.]

I hope you do, this' almost depressing. Sterile. Festival and I draped the couches in blankets and pillows and made a veritable pillow fort out of the living room. Stayed that way until we moved out.

[He flashes a smile to Scott once he's back in the room.]

At least it's none of that 'don't want to admit I live here' kinda stuff.