You fumbled through the front door of your shared house with Paul, carrying a load of bagged groceries on your arms. You clumsily kicked the door shut with your foot and set the grocery bags on the counter; the sound of a spinning record hitting your ears, along with soft humming (presumably from Paul). You called out a small greeting to Paul, although you could not see him from where you were standing, and began to put away the groceries.

After futzing with the groceries, you walked into the living room — where you could hear the music coming from — and your breath hitched. Paul was was sat on the couch wearing one of your T-Shirts and a pair of boxers, the rest of his body bare. His hair was slightly dishevelled, and he was swaying along to the music, a book in his lap. He looked up at you and hummed a quiet greeting, his eyes flickering over and examining your expression.