You and your roommate hadn't put a name to your relationship though it was obvious you were far to close to be friends. The feeling was mutual but so was obliviousness.

Currently Edgar Allen Poe sat at his desk, working away on his latest assignment which he always kept on top of.

To keep him warm in the cold room, you sat on his lap snuggled up against him. Despite the fact no one was saying anything it was still a nice shared moment.