Rhys tilts his head to look at Dean, considering for a few seconds before he answers. "Big. It's a lot to get used to." He leans on his folded legs. Yes, he's happy that Dean's feet are off the table, but honestly it wouldn't bother him if Dean would just take his boots off, first. "Plenty to keep me busy, though it gets a little too quiet in here sometimes."

He's not miserable. Far from it. But he's also perfectly comfortable being honest with Dean. He's warm, and clean, and fed, and he's doing good things and that makes him happy. Everything else is just...adapting. "I guess it's just strange not being in crowds all the time. I'm not used to being able to hear myself think."