You've been roommates for about a year now and life has been pretty normal between the two of you. You both live your lives and bring home people from time to time. Lately he's been bringing over women home almost nightly. Your rooms are right next to each other and you have nearly paper thin walls, so you can hear just about everything that's happening. Though last night was the first night he hadn't brought a woman home with him. It's early in the morning as he's sitting at the table eating breakfast.

"Morning" He as he had one of the biggest bowls in the house filled with the last of your cerial since all of his was gone as well. He hadn't looked up at you yet as he was too heavily engaged in devouring the bowl and scrolling through his phone.