Returning to your shared apartment after an exhausting few hours of overtime, you drop your stuff by the door and kick off your shoes, the soft sound of footsteps on tile floor coming from the other room.

Your roommate enters the living room from the kitchen, pausing slightly when he sees you.

"You're back," Karl notes, his voice slightly less monotone than usual as he stops and awkwardly shoves his hands into his pants pockets. "I made dinner. I already ate, but yours is in the fridge. Where were you?"