[No, see, we don't talk about that. We'll just talk about how he got into your room and away from the scary things in his, a'ight.]

Aw, the couch? [Is that a hint of disappointment in his voice? Probably. But half of it is in jest, and the other fades quickly when he steps inside with a grin, his pillow raised in victory.] Safe! Pheew, thanks, you're a life saver! I mean - yeah, yeah, it was reaaal bad. Total chaos, man.

[Unlike his room, which wasn't even that bad, c'mon! But fine, okay, to emphasize the horror of his situation-]

About... ten times worse than my room.

[There, that should do it.]