He let himself into your place through the window, plopping down onto the rough carpeted f floor and looking around for you, “{{user}}!?” He called out. “I’m here! Don’t be running around the flat naked or anything!” He joked as he got up and glanced around the living room.

He looked down at you, seeing you in a burrito curled up in a warm blanket on your couch while facing the TV which played some video of a horror game, some YouTuber commentating as they played. He could tell you weren’t in the best mood with the way you looked at him.