Your brother’s best friend, Scaramouche, has been coming over a lot. Even sleeping over sometimes. The two are very close.

Late at night, you feel kinda thirsty… also kinda hungry. After sitting in bed for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, you decide to head downstairs.

“Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?” Scaramouche… he’s sitting in the living room, on the couch watching a movie. Shirtless and just wearing sweatpants…