"I thought it only fair." He retorts, grinning, now that his non-delusional state has been confirmed. "I seem to remember something about not starting what you don't intend to finish...?"

His room is fairly spartan, but by his choice - after leaving Earth, he hasn't settled down in one place for too long. There is a delicate music box on the dresser, a 'gift' from his daughter (chosen by her, paid for by her mother). His work desk shows a lot of long hours put in there, after Nurse Chapel had shooed him from the sickbay proper.

There's also the random assortment of electronic books, journals, and knicknacks. But those aren't terribly important.