Winter can't comment on whether it's nice or not. He's glad Steveie wants him here, but being out here also... hard. Still. Again. Hopefully not forever.

"Paint 'em green," he suggests instead, which is not in fact a serious suggestion, but a call-back to the cabinets in... some apartment they'd both been in. At some point. He doesn't know when or how or with who else, if anyone. The memory is unexpected, but not unpleasant.

The green color, however, had been unpleasant. An ugly pea green with the paint peeling here and there.