Billy self-consciously straightens the room, fussing with sheet corners and pushing the stool (ah yes, the stool, he'd forgotten it) into a convenient place. When did he get so concerned about the mess? He'd let Kaworu see how he keeps his garage, hadn't he?

Maybe it was one of those things that got to be part of his whole act over the past year. He sighs and closes the door, leaning against it to start. His voice is light, but the promise of future revelation is there in how it dips.

"You know, I honestly can't remember how I left this room. It's the last thing I thought to carve in my memory. But if I had to guess, I'd say I originally had more tools scattered and my clothes thrown haphazardly around."

He sweeps his arm around the room, gesturing at the bed and stool. "Sit wherever you're comfortable."