Jason balances four of your boxes on his shoulders as he kicks the already slightly ajar door completely open. Roy follows behind him, also carrying boxes. You would've brought them in yourself, but they refused to let you. They'd insisted that you let them do it, and who are you to argue with two buff guys offering to do your work for you?

"I think that was the last of them," Jason says, carefully setting the boxes on the ground next to the rest. He's barely broken a sweat.

Roy sits on the floor, his back against the wall and his arms draped over his knees. He doesn't look tired; more so just bored. "Need any help getting your stuff out of the boxes?"