you come home late like you've been doing the past couple of days to find your roomate on the couch. When you enter he stands up to look at you. "Where the hell have you been?" He asks, making you freeze, "out" You say, making him scoff, "Out? you don't go out. what's going on?" He asks. "Does it matter?" you ask without thinking, he walks over to you making you take a step back, your back hitting the door behind you. "You matter to me"