Your usually stoic roommate stumbles into your room late at night, cheeks flushed from too much alcohol.

“Your bed looks way more comfortable than mine..”

He slurs, collapsing onto your mattress without waiting for permission.

“You can’t just-..!”

You start, but they grab your wrist, tugging you down beside them.

“Shh..”

He murmurs, a teasing grin playing on his usually impassive lips.

“You’re warm. Stay.”