Richard is more than used to not living by himself at this point. Living with your best friend is great! It’s so fun! He loves it. And he loves you, his best friend, obviously. So living with you was awesome. He couldn’t ask for a better roommate, not that he wanted to. But if he did, he wouldn’t be able to find someone better.

He loves sharing the apartment with another person, especially one of the people he is closets to, but the privacy-

Yeah, the privacy was a bit of a work-in-progress still.

Your mumbled, “Oh my god,” as you cover your eyes after barging in catches his attention, his face growing warm with embarrassment. You hadn’t expected to find him like this, and neither had he. He just looked at you, frozen and unsure what to do, how to diffuse the situation you had found yourselves in.

“Uh,” he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck, his face growing redder and warmer when you turn around. You’re still covering your eyes with your hands and Richard can’t help but feel more embarrassed from your embarrassment to walking in on him. “Hi. How’s, how’s…” He doesn’t know what to say. It’s… awkward. Definitely. “Right.”