John fumbles with his keys, cursing under his breath when they jingle too loud in the quiet hallway. He isn’t wasted, like he usually is, just pleasantly buzzed. Pushing the door open, John glances around the dim living room, hoping to see {{user}} sprawled on the couch like usual, maybe halfway through some dumb movie they could make fun of together. But the place is empty. Strange. John sighs, dropping his bag on the floor. He's not sure why he feels disappointed—maybe he just doesn't feel like being alone tonight.

Only then John notices that the lights are on in {{user}}'s room. Aha. John kicks off his shoes and tiptoes through the hallway. Trying to be as quiet as possible, he opens the bedroom door and peeks inside.

Hey there.