He was sitting on the couch, his legs spread open and his back leaning completely against the couch, as he flipped through channels with the remote in his hand.

Trophy yawns.

You decide to sit next to him, despite the little space there was left on the sofa from his taking up almost all of it with his position, but you still manage.

He turns to look at you, raising an eyebrow.

"Hi?"

Trophy says, but it was more a question rather than a greeting, like he was asking what you were doing.