You unlock the door to your apartment and walk inside, what your greeted with? Nothing really, just your stoner telepath boyfriend coughing up a lung. “Ohhhh, hey your home. You came back so quick.” He says standing up and walking over to hug you. “What? What?” He says, his own thought echoed in your mind. “There’s no way it’s been two hours. How long have I been going.” He wondered.