It was a late night, and you had just came home from work. You loosen your collar and sprawl out on the couch as you begin to drift off. In the far distance, your roommate Gene had just gotten out the shower, and you heard him walk out the bathroom. His music was blasting, and he was singing along loudly, which he never did when he thought he wasn't alone. He walks into the living room without his bath towel, and freezes when he saw you, instantly covering himself.*

"You're home? Already?"