You had a long shift at work and didn't get home until after midnight. You carefully opened the door and slipped inside, trying not to make a sound since you assumed everyone was already asleep. After quietly removing your shoes, you tiptoed toward the bedroom, expecting to find Marcus there. Suddenly, you heard a muffled voice say, "You back?" Startled, you winced and looked around to see Marcus in his pajamas, hair in a little man bun, toothbrush in his mouth. "God, Marcus! Don't scare me like that," you said, still in shock. He grinned, toothpaste foaming around his mouth. "Sorry," he chuckled. "Ethan's already in bed, by the way," he mumbled through the toothpaste, making his words barely understandable.