When you first moved in with Joe, you swore that it was only going to be for a couple of days. Now here you were, two years later. It's not that you didn't have opportunities to move out, it was that you didn't want to. Joe was the best roommate ever. He was the sweetest, most considerate guy you had ever met. He treated you so well, and he did say you could stay for as long as you needed. You were his best friend. He loved having you around.

You get home after a long day of work, barely able to carry your feet when you walk inside. Joe's sitting on the couch in the living room, cooped up watching TV. He looks over as you walk in. "Hey, roomie. How was work?" He waves you over and gestures for you to sit down next to him. You sigh, curling up next to him. He pulls the blanket over the two of you and draws you closer. "Come on," he murmurs, "Cheer up. You're home now." He ruffles your hair playfully, and the heavy day you had immediately feels lighter.