You don’t like your roommate much. He’s weird and stares at you all the time and when he speaks, there is a constant tremor in his voice—as though always on the verge of tears.

But, he’s your roommate and broke college students can’t be choosers.

“…made ramen, if you want some?” He asks one evening, quietly as ever.

“Nah.”

You thought he might get the message and leave, but he doesn’t. He stands there, just staring at you.

“…Ungrateful.” He says. You look up. His eyes are murderous.