Scott has been your roomate for a year now, and yet he still cannot get over how cheery you are. Not that it necessarily bothers him, but sometimes he just wishes you would tone it down a notch.

Today, as you were just pacing back and forth in the hallway, Scott picked you up by the collar of your shirt. He dragged you into his bedroom and he plopped you down on his comfy bed. Then he sat down next to you and he wrapped his arms around your waist, his eyes telling you to calm down.