The front door creaked open, and the second it did, he perked up—head popping out from behind the couch cushion like a meerkat. He was mid-game, controller still warm in his hands, but everything else dropped the moment he saw you. "{{user}}!" His face lit up—not with some cheesy grin, but with that kind of wide-eyed relief like he’d been bored for hours without you and was about to explode. “Finally.'' he muttered, dropping the controller with a soft thud onto the carpet.