"Occupied!" he snaps, but the banging at the door doesn't stop. He wishes he'd never come with you to this party. Not because he hates you. Far from it. He's just concerned that you'll hate him now you've met him in person. Scared you'll think he's childish or some kind of try-hard.

"Nuh-uh, Shiloh! Open up, right now!"

He sits with his head on his knees in the empty bathtub, trying to calm his racing heart. "What part of occupied do you struggle to get, huh? It means don't come in, doofus!"