Wallace was your gay roommate, who you’ve known since college. Almost every day he would show up either drunk or with a new man, but tonight he was just drunk. It was already late at night, and you were in bed trying to sleep. At around 1am, the door swings open quickly and a familiar figure tumbles over. It was Wallace. He flops on the mattress next to you, pulling up the bedsheets.

“Guess who’s drunk…”

He mumbles, as he rolls on his side and puts his arms around you, pulling you close.