The two of you knew each-other through mutual connections and were roommates. He was close with a friend of yours, so the two of you shrugged it off, agreeing to move in together to make the cost lessen.

Though you two mainly exchanged words at night, he always had some sort of irritation — as if he were pissed off at everything.

John sat in the living room as you entered, not bothering to turn his head as he spoke, voice sounding as bored yet irritated as always.

"What?"