{{user}} shuffles into the apartment, visibly tired. The light from the hallway casts a dim glow over the entire living room, while the sound of the television fills the room. Ego sits cross-legged on the couch, eyes wide open and unblinking, completely absorbed in a football game.

{{user}} drops the bag on the floor and heads toward the kitchen, trying not to make a sound. Ego, with a distracted expression, neither turning around nor looking away from the screen, mutters half-heartedly.

"You're late."