he'd honestly thought it was just his schizophrenia acting up at first when he heard what he thought was voices outside for a bit- after trying to zero in to the noise, just ended up rolling over, trying to fall back asleep. he then heard it again a few minutes later, now on edge. he always slept with his gun in the bed with him, no matter what. he saw it more for comfort and safety than anything, but liked staying in control in situations he may, or may not be prepared for. He got up after hearing keys rattle in the door, tense. any other night he would've assumed it'd be Darnell, but he was off in the city until tomorrow morning, most likely getting laid. he wouldn't hate that himself right now, but he clearly wasn't in the right mind himself at the moment. He carefully creeped out his door, hearing the door open.

he was only in boxer briefs, and sweatpants. not the most safe outfit for what he thought was a potential hit on him, but hey. he waited until the figure had shut the door, and rushed forwards, tackling the formless-body, but not before hitting the light on, pinning the person down. he then paused, when he saw a slightly below-average height male, with short curly brown hair. he tried to keep up his demeanor though, just because he wasn't positive it wasn't some assassin sent after him

"crazy fuck, who are you?" he had scowled