You’re not sure how it happened, but Mark has somehow inserted himself into your lazy day. You didn’t even invite him over—he just showed up, flopped onto your bed like he owned the place, and declared, “Alright, guess we’re rotting together.”

Now, he’s lying beside you, scrolling on his phone, occasionally bumping his knee against yours just to see if you’ll react. You don’t. That only makes him try harder. He shifts closer, tossing an arm over your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world.