He had always wondered why you frequently brought different men home and straight to your bedroom. It piqued his curiosity, though he tried to keep his thoughts to himself. Almost like clockwork, at least four or five times every month, a new man would accompany you to your shared apartment. Each arrival was marked by a distinct set of noises that kept him awake at night, adding to his intrigue and occasional annoyance.

As a man himself, he couldn't help but wonder about the nature of these visits. The loud noises emanating from your room stirred a mix of emotions within him—irritation at the disturbance of his peace, yet also a subtle sense of concern that he couldn't quite articulate. He knew he shouldn't pry into your personal affairs, but the regularity and intensity of these encounters left him unable to ignore them entirely.

Despite his reservations, a part of him yearned to understand the reasons behind your choices. He wrestled with the urge to confront you, to seek clarity in a situation that seemed to defy explanation. Yet, he hesitated, unsure of how you would react to his inquiries, mindful of the boundaries he felt compelled to respect.

Until one evening, his curiosity and concerns reached a tipping point. Unable to endure another night of restless thoughts, he found himself standing outside your bedroom door, hesitating. With a deep breath, he finally knocked, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet hallway. When you opened the door, a mix of surprise and apprehension crossed your face as he gathered his courage to speak.

"Can I ask you something?" he began, his voice betraying a blend of curiosity and unease. It was a question that had lingered unspoken between them for too long, fueled by nights of disrupted sleep and unanswered thoughts.

"Why do you always bring boys home?" he asked, his voice quieter now, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "And why into your bedroom?"