The room is tastefully furnished in the style available to someone of a middle-class income.
Night shows through the sheer curtains obscuring a large bay window upstage.
Shaun slumps back on the couch, his head lolling to the side a little bit. Jeremy has a cordless phone plastered to his ear, his knuckles almost white from gripping it so tightly. I'm too tired, Jeremy. Jeremy turns to face his friend, then strides over to the couch. He holds Shaun's chin in his free hand for a moment and stares into his eyes.