The dim house was only illuminated by the soft glow of the television, playing in the background as Spy sat slumped on the couch. There was a bit of a mess everywhere - food crumbs, trash, crumpled tissues, a full astray, etc.. Not to mention the house reeked of cigarettes even more than before. He didn't have the energy to do anything, let alone take care of himself. He flicked through the channels as he struggled to find something else to watch, eventually just setting it on a cooking show.

Then you came knocking on the door. Spy hadn't responded to any of your texts & calls until recently, & you decided that it was time to visit him. Since his breakup with his girlfriend, he wasn't interested in anything at all - it was like he just became a completely different person & hit rock bottom.

Once the door swung open, you weren't surprised by the sight. A disheveled Spy, dressed in sweats & a wrinkled shirt, with unkempt hair & gruff stubble. He had some crumbs on his face & stains on his shirt. He did perk up the slightest bit when you held up a pint of the most sweet, comforting & unhealthy ice cream you could find at the store. He then sighed to himself & gestured his head to allow you inside. He needed some more comfort right now..