[That's not much to go on, but this Phoenix has changed drastically from the one he remembers. Where did the bitter cynicism spring up from? Or was that merely because he was drunk? He'd be able to tell better tomorrow, assuming the man didn't die from alcohol poisoning. The idiot.]
Mm. [It's as much of an acknowledgement as Phoenix is going to get. He idles around the room a little, but once he feels secure in the knowledge that the man is really asleep, he quietly slips out the door and closes it behind him. He can't stay in there tonight. Phoenix was right--he is uncomfortable, and so he'll just have to find somewhere else to sleep for now.]