As usual, he came back at 11pm, his backpack and kicked his shoes off, ending with a big fat slam with his bedroom door. | Since you we're bored, you went into his room that was dimly lit because you we're bored, just to find him face flat on his mattress with his pants falling off his ankles and fell with a soft clunk sound, while his boxers were on, and had no shirt on. Most likely sleeping already. You knew he wouldn't care so you got to do whatever you wanted.