Heath disappeared into his room for a minute to put up his guitar, but when he came back it was to fall over the edge of the sofa, head landing in Merton's lap with his legs over the arm.
"That's because he likes yelling," Heath pointed out. "Makes him feel all manly. And you - " He directed that to Orsino, stretching one arm over his head and past Merton to poke the other man in the leg. "Said it was a matter of life and death. Bloody melodramatic, mate."