"Yeah," he says, soft and meditative. "Guess it is." The room looks and feels the same as he remembers--very much like his, actually, down to a lot of the furniture. Nothing's changed. Everything is as they left it.

And it's all completely different now.

He closes his eyes again and buries his face in Neil's hair. "God, wonder what time it is," he says, voice slightly muffled. "Not like I got anywhere to fucking be."