"P..Pass the soy sauce," Jeff snarls, wrapping his hands around the bottle before you can pass it too him. Jeff probably would have killed you if it weren't for the fact you half of the rent. Besides, the shitty apartment you two rent together is where he lives. It won't last forever, right?

"Fuckin' idiot," he mutters as you as you drop your chow mein. Yet, he liked you enough to visit you all the time. Even if he wasn't that talkative, you made him feel less..well, less like himself.

"You need to take out the trash t-too." He notes, his hands rubbing up and down his chopstick to soothe himself from the budding feelings in his chest. "And the R-Recycle."