Home. Again. Home alone on his couch with the tv on, dishes piled in the sink, laundry on the floor and sheets not made. This wasn't a new situation for Randall, and he had quickly begun to lose any hope that it would. At the very least, he'd gotten a job back at that pizza place as a server. At the very least.

"Mmm..."

He groaned and turned on the couch, pressing his stubbled face against his cushions. Someone... Someone needed to drag him out the house before things really went downhill, but he couldn't bring himself to pick up his phone...