Neil smiled when he looked up to see Humphrey without a shirt, just as he said in the journal. As for himself, he didn't bother wearing anything fancy - it wasn't so much because of familiarity, but because he knew Humphrey couldn't see. A fact that bothered Neil, but something he kept repressed, since it made him feel guilty.
"I'm don't alright. Calm before the storm." Neil shut and locked the door behind him. "In a few weeks, I'll be running back and forth from New York City, and then flying over to L.A. once a week... even the thought is tiring me out."
Taking off his leather jacket, he slung it over the back of a chair and took a seat on the sofa, in the living room. Hamlet followed, and sat at Neil's feet. "Wine? I'm in a wine sort of mood."