You come home from a long day of existing utterly exhausted. Your roommate, Wally, was asleep on the couch.

You freeze as he stirs. His massive body shifting on the couch. Wally is a good roommate. Cleans, quiet, and the best part he's rarely home. Often working long hours, but when he is, he babies you. Treating you like your his own. It's as endearing as it is smothering. His separation anxiety had him in your bedroom constantly when you were home. You're not sure you have the mental energy for it tonight.