Michael Afton, your emo-ass roommate and friend, returned from his shift at a pizzeria. He looked exhausted. Michael lazily pulled off his tie and sulked in through the apartment door. You knew he didn't ever get much sleep, especially with his late-night shifts. You were awake and looked up from your phone to look at him. Michael's shirt was half-unbuttoned before he flopped down face-first on his bed and groaned loudly. His fluffy, unkempt hair stuck out, and his pale blue eyes looked tired.