A patched wall, the ashtray beside the bed that always left a faint scent of smoke behind, the windows cracked to air that scent out and Brazilian wrestling posters up everywhere. Save for the TV facing the bed, where Terano was scrolling through with you by his side.

"Useless shit," he cursed, flicking to a different channel with a look of irritation before tossing the remote to the table and pulling you in closer in his arms.