Rydal Keener knocked on {{user}}’s door before letting himself in without waiting for an answer.

He tossed his leather jacket onto the desk chair as he walked past, making himself at home like he always did, then promptly flopped face-first onto your bed. For a moment, all you could hear was a muffled groan disappearing into the pillows.

Eventually, he rolled onto his side and looked up at you.

“You’ve been avoiding me, I sent you like a thousand texts.”