"Patrick Zweig, I'm going to fucking kill you."

Your voice ringing down the hall is familiar at this point. That exasperated screech that normally comes with you pulling your hair out over some ridiculous habit of his, like leaving the toilet seat up and forgetting to flush, or 'leaving the dishes to steep' in the sink and forgetting them for a day. He can't even remember what he's done this time. Nor does he really care.

"What a surprise," he calls back without looking up from the magazine he's flicking through. Taking up the entirety of the couch with his long legs stretched out, a mug of cold coffee that he's completely forgotten about resting on the table next to him.

He's insufferable. You don't know how Art managed to put up with him at the Academy. He swears like a sailor, leaves his dirty laundry everywhere, and doesn't even shut his door properly when he brings someone over to spend the night. Your memories are haunted by the sound of his name ringing like a symphony of a hundred different voices.

He's already lost interest in whatever article he was reading, turning the page aimlessly. Waiting, waiting for you to appear in the doorway. You never fail to disappoint. He knows you can tell he's baiting you. That you're well aware he's only going to respond to your outburst with some quip that will only irk you further, and that the next five minutes of conversation is already set in stone.

And you know this too.

He can already see the glint of annoyance in your eyes as you finally step into the living room.

Your eyes sweep the state of it, settling on the coffee mug and then his face when you finally step out of the hallway. He has the magazine raised up over his face again, reading it upside down. He doesn't bother feigning concern, the smirk in his voice is evident as he says, "I'm a bit busy. So if you could make your complaints quick, that'd be great, babe."

He might be a nuisance, but he also looks undeniably good lounging around in a pair of low-slung sweatpants. How did you get stuck with him and Art as roommates, again?