[ He only takes a cursory glance around the room— it looks the same as always, untouched for all these weeks and just a little stuffy without the heater on that usually circulates the air. Leaving the window open will help with that, so he turns back to Angela before he speaks again. ]

I'm home.

[ More than just the city, it's his apartment, his own personal space. Home. ]

...You looked tired too. Do you want anything? Otherwise if I sit down, I don't know if I can get back up again.