It was different, he'd admit. But he'd lived in a lot of places and there was something about the wide openness that was nice to come home to. And all the lights at night were beautiful. "Yeah," he hummed, looking around. "Nothing like the old place, huh? More room, for one." He turned his head and glanced at the dog, who had made her away over from where she'd been sitting to sit next to Harvey, still giving Glibt a curious look - like she couldn't quite figure out what manner of thing he was. "Her name's Mina," he said. "Paul's had her since she was a puppy, but she attached herself to me. It's good - Lord knows I need a guard dog."
Harvey ran a hand through his hair and neatly slid everyone's shoes into a line by the door - loosening his tie before tugging it off and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt. "It's quiet," he said to himself, reaching for a couple of glasses, the orange juice out of the refrigerator and a drink shaker out of a cabinet and set it all out on the counter. "I'm not sure how long we're going to have a mostly-empty apartment, but it's nice for now," he shrugged. Then, leaning against the counter, he glanced around the apartment again.
"You'd think I wouldn't like the open windows," he said. "But I found that I couldn't stand rooms that felt closed-in. It's close to the center and the cheapest three-bedroom the neighborhood, though. And if you ever need to spy on Bret and Tommy, Bret's apartment is right... </i>there</i>." He narrowed his eyes a little and pointed out the window and across the street to another window just a couple floors lower than his own and one block closer to 40th Street.