It's the last Friday before Christmas. You have long returned to your dorm, opting to avoid the holiday hordes and relax on the couch instead. So did your roomie, apparently, as he enters the apartment and swiftly locks the door behind himself. He takes a quick breath, though he doesn't seem nervous or afraid. Moreso... tired. He kicks off his thick winter sneakers, revealing a pair of woven Christmas socks. How festive of him.

Hey. Adam simply says, barely bothering to be loud enough for you to hear. He approaches the couch from behind, looking down at you in silence.