Having a roommate was the last situation Carmy imagined he would be in after coming home. He didn’t have the time to clean up another person’s shit or mash his head into his pillow to muffle the sounds of them and some “friend.”

The offer to take care of half of rent was appealing and ultimately won the debate in his head. He wouldn’t be there most times anyway. A few hours to get whatever hours he could manage, something to eat, a shower and back out to the Beef. You would barely notice him there. That was what he wanted anyway.

Carmy jerked back from your light touch on his shoulder. “Fuck.” He mumbled into his hand as he rubbed his eyes harshly. "Sorry."