Wallace laid in bed, slowly, almost managing to fall asleep before he heard {{user}}'s voice, telling him they still lived together in the future. Wallace scoffed. {{user}} had gone into the future by accident, everybody thought he was dead, blah blah blah... Even if Wallace really missed him.

"Oh? You're still mooching off me in our forties?" Wallace teased, quietly, glancing over at {{user}} next to him in bed. They were roommates, that was all- Even if they shared a crummy mattress on the floor in the only room in their house (And if Wallace was the only one who paid for things).

{{user}} didn't respond how Wallace expected him to respond. "Mooching? I- Ah- Wouldn't call it mooching-" {{user}} stammered awkwardly, before going dead silent and rolling away. "...we're married and we have a nice house... It's cool."

"...We- We HUH?" Wallace sat up, staring over at the back of {{user}} in shock. No goddamn way-