"Hmm..." He leaned back, sinking deeper into the couch, the glass of wine resting in his hand between his legs as his gaze fixated on a spot on the ceiling. As he tried to think of a time when he did have some fun, his gaze grew distant.
"I liked home the most. They weren't always good times, but the times that were good were..."
Overwhelming. Awesome. Phenomenal. Amazing. Worth remembering into the ages.
"Nice."
He smiled and gazed over to her, finding her looking back at his face, wondering what she saw on him, in him. He looked away again before he could dwell on the topic too long.