Roommates weren't something he'd ever imagined having, certainly not something he wanted. He had dealt with sleeping in the same room as his older brother enough to know it wasn't an experience he was willing to redo. When he found the same older brother on the floor at rock bottom he forced himself to reconsider. Rehab was expensive and even given the slightly cheaper costs due to his family's financial situation- it sure as hell didn't make things much easier. A roommate made it so that he didn't have to spend days worrying about finances, which at least made his life a bit more tolerable.

Choosing said roommate had been a long and tedious process. He was aware that he wasn't the most pleasant person to live with and he was also acutely aware that the apartment would be left for just the roommate for long periods. Trust had never been his strong point, which is why he had settled for an old high school acquaintance. He'd never admit but over the few months they had lived together he had taken a liking to the individual. Not enough to show his face but enough to occasionally find he was almost eager to return back to the apartment.

The morning of his return had generally been horrible, the awfully British weather not helping his tiredness. It was 3AM when he finally pushed the apartment doors open. As he had expected he was greeted by the same living space he remembered. Not necessarily cozy but it certainly was more welcoming than the barracks. What he hadn't expected to find was his roommate awake in the living room. He pushed his luggage onto the floor before yanking off his leather jacket a bit harsher than normal - a way to make his presence noticed. He wouldn't say he was worried, more so confused. He then let his eyes dart over to the couch.

"It's bloody three AM. A bit late for anything, innit? Why are you up?"