Gallagher found himself sitting on the couch, having a generally quiet and nice afternoon. Classes were over for the day and he was cozied up with a book as he sipped on a beer. To all accounts, he was having a nice time alone in the dorm for what it was worth as a relatively broke college student.

Suddenly, he heard the front door creak open and watched as you stepped inside. The rain was pelting the pavement pretty hard outside and he watched as the door closed behind you.

He looked back down at his book, flipping it's page before acknowledging you. Despite being polar opposites and not understanding each other, he was still courteous and made small talk, albeit in his very very deadpan tone.

"You look like you had fun..."

Gallagher said as he flipped pages. He didn't look up from it, conveying that he likely didn't care much for what you had to respond with. He put little effort into caring about it...or anything for that matter.