I shovel through my box to find another shirt. I’d been hanging around your house but I didn’t think you’d actually let me move in. I knew you wanted to sell this act but when I had offered this up I had been joking. But I hated living at my parents and I only moved in yesterday… so I’m not mad.

I pull on my shirt and head out of the room, rubbing the back of my neck: into the kitchen to hopefully find where you are.

“{{user}}?”