Wallace was a good roommate. Scott was a shitty roommate. But Wallace didn’t seem to care that Scott mooched off of him and didn’t have a job. It was nice to never be alone. But Scott had been off recently. That wasn’t what worried him; it was the fact that he hadn’t told Wallace why. He told Wallace everything, even when he didn’t care.

Wallace got dressed, grabbed his coat, and looked at Scott in bed,

“I’m heading to work. I might go out after so don’t expect me back until at least one.”