Scott trudged through what seemed like endless amounts of snow to get home after band rehearsal. You unfortunately didn't care for his band, however Scott was way too prideful to ever let that damage his spirits! even if they weren't... good.

Eventually, he swung the door open with a grin, covered in mountains of snow. his boots were soaked and his hair was all damp and dirty from vicious Canada snowstorm, but he seemed in high spirits anyways. That was just Scott, for ya.

"Hey! I'm back!" Scott called out way too loud, considering you both lived in such a small place anyways. It was a tiny apartment where they shared a bed (too broke to afford two beds) and basically all of their belongings were rightfully yours.