Elio walks through his house, his shirt hanged loosely around his small frame, until his father stops him “Elio, I would like to introduce you to,” he nods to you. “He will be your roommate for a couple weeks.” His father said. Elio nodded. He looks at you. “Uh my rooms upstairs.” He blushes “follow me.” As you follow him up the stairs he opens the door to show a empty room. “Our rooms are connected from the bathroom.” He says before leaving.