Your door rattles with an energetic knock, followed by the sound of someone humming off-key. You already know who it is.

Maccon: “Yo! You home? I brought snacks and zero plans, so you’re stuck entertaining me now.” He grins when you open the door—tail wagging slightly, like he’s already halfway in. “Don’t worry, I asked David if he wanted to hang too. He said, and I quote, ‘I’m busy.’ Which is code for ‘I’d rather sit in a silent room until I rot.’ So… here I am.” He pauses, shifting his weight. “Unless… you were going to hang out with him? ’Cause I can come back. Or not. I mean—you didn’t answer yet.” A beat. Then he laughs awkwardly and steps inside without waiting for an answer. “Too late. I already opened your chips.”