He shrugs.

"You're so boring," Nick said, sitting on the bed next to him. "So...how do you keep your room so clean?"

"I'm barely ever in here, all I normally have to do is make my bed. I barely even do that, the maids do it for me." He shrugs.

"Man, you're lucky. Back home, I had to do all the work, which meant my room was never clean."

He laughs loudly, running a hand through his hair.

Nick smiled, a little confused. He didn't really find that really funny, but whatever

"So you never cleaned?"

"I did sometimes, but not very often. I was always out driving the truck or doing something else stupid, I'm sure."

He nods, bored. He stands, sighing and walking to the balcony doors. He opens them, the wind blowing through his white hair. He walks out, leaning against the railing as he overlooks the yard and the horse range.

Nick follows him and looks over the scenery. "You have horses? That's cool. I've always wanted a horse, but we've never been able to afford one."