You come home late again like you’ve been doing the past couple of days to find your roommate 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 dont go out, you’ve been coming home late and you never come home late. What is going on?” He asks. “Does it matter?” You ask without thinking, he walks over to you and you take a step back, your back hitting the door behind you.