( He picks up on his absent cleaning as they both settle in again, mainly because he likes having something to do with his hands. It's slower now, an afterthought rather than a directed focus.

He smiles gently down at the pieces at the question — just a hint of something bittersweet in an otherwise genuinely fond expression. )

Out there, back home? ( Since there's two ways to answer it, he'll go with both. ) Used to be, 'til someone burned it down.

( RIP Ash; he'd be more sad about it if dude wasn't living his best life in the afterlife. It was a long time ago, it doesn't particularly leave him feeling vulnerable when he mentions it anymore. )

Here? ( A little more strain in his smile. ) Cas is gone. Haven't seen Amos around in a while, think he might be gone, too. Party of one lately. Just me and the imaginary strippers.