He looks around Ned's building, smiling slightly. "Nice place," he says, and begins to follow Ned up the stairs. "A lot nicer than mine, at least."

The fact that he lives with his father is embarrassing, sure, but at the moment, he's almost glad that he had a ready-made excuse not to take Ned back to his apartment. Even without the presence of his father standing in the way, it's a tiny place, in a not particularly good part of Brooklyn. He tries not to be embarrassed about where he lives, but it's a losing battle, and he wouldn't want to show it to Ned. Bragging about his work is one thing -- then he can pretend that working for a fancy ad agency actually means something.

"They're not all that bad. I mean, a lot of them are assholes, don't get me wrong, but there're a couple people in the office that I can stand and that can stand me." He nearly stumbles on the stairs, realizing that he's more intoxicated than he'd accounted for. The brisk air and the cold rain had made him feel more sober than he was, but as soon as he's inside, he realizes just how tipsy he is.