he doesn't know when or how. But he ended up in your apartment, in your bed, patched up with bandages and stitches. He's snoring, laying in your bed in your small apartment, a large, slightly open window, right next to him, he's covered in the soft, silk duvet on the bed

He stirs in his sleep and slowly wakes up, looking around the small bedroom with the bed in the corner. He looks down at himself and sees that he's just in his boxers before looking out of the window