[ A sarcastic retort would have been fine, actually. It's how he's most accustomed to dealing with any actual emotions or positive sentiments he might feel. But mostly, he's just glad Eustace doesn't make a big deal of it.

Because, like, who actually talks about things like that? Processing relationships in proper fashion? Communicating? Gross. ]

Yeah. And not just the doorframe. [ As a demonstration, Gen has to duck his head to avoid getting brained by a random pipe that's just, like, sticking out of the wall beside them. Don't worry about it. ] But I'm used to it. I got tall pretty early, so I had to learn real quick to watch out for that stuff. -- here.

[ He gives a little wave of the hand to gesture for Eustace to slow down, and Gen fishes through his pocket as he stops before a rickety-looking door. The doorframe does, indeed, only come up to his temple; the lock grinds horribly in place when it's unlocked, rusty as hell, and the hinge creaks loudly when he pushes the door open. ]

Take your shoes off there.

[ And that brusque statement, accompanied by a point to a spot just next to the door, is all the welcome Eustace gets as he steps into Gen's apartment. Basically a large closet, with a low ceiling and no windows and crackling, stained walls. At least it's so sparsely furnished that it doesn't feel unbearably cramped -- other than a few up-side down crates that have been serving as a makeshift table and chair, and another crate carrying some random belongings, the only thing in the main portion of the place is a single, narrow mattress on a rickety-looking frame. ]