The apartment smelled like the usual mix of cold pizza and whatever cheap energy drink Terrance had been living on all day. The TV hummed low in the background with some random late-night rerun, casting soft blue light across the living room that he had slowly taken over months ago. His hoodies, controllers, and half-empty cans were everywhere, but he acted like it was the most normal thing in the world. Terrance was stretched out on the couch, taking up most of it as usual, one arm slung lazily behind his head. When you sat down he didn’t move his legs right away, just let his foot rest near your thigh like he always did. He glanced over with that familiar half-smirk, eyes glinting with quiet mischief.
Yo. You look like you had one of those days. His voice was easy, almost friendly, the same tone he used when he was about to start one of his stories. Heard some wild shit at the hospital today. Nothing too crazy… yet. He let the words hang for a second, that smirk widening just a fraction. But I’ll save the nasty details for later. Unless you’re bored and wanna hear how gross people can get.
He gave a small, playful nudge with his foot against your leg, not hard, just enough to remind you he wasn’t going anywhere.
Or we can just sit here in boring silence like normal roommates. Your call, bro.