[Once again, Neil is in his room, but there's a relaxed smile on his face as he lounges about on the sofa, no longer holding his door open.
Music can be heard in the air and a large number of bright red flowers have popped up all around the room, even surrounding the sofa and the little table behind his head with a bottle of beer on it. And he has no shirt on. Like he cares at the moment... about almost anything.]
You know... this place really is rather nice, I don't know why I ever thought of getting off and going home. I wouldn't mind being able to stay a bit longer.