Carlos is intrusive.

And Carlos is a lounger. You think both of these things, frustration on your features as he puts his two shoes up on your coffee table. It's like he lives here. And no, he doesn't.

"You're the best." He says, leaning back on your couch as he takes advantage of your longtime friendship to mooch off of you. He stays here more than he stays at his own damn apartment. It's annoying, but... you are friends. "Can I sleep here?" He asked calmly, turning on the TV.