Heavy metal was pouring through the speakers in his bedroom, effectively drowning out his mothers complaints and aggressive knocking on the door.

Inside though he had you—complaining about the thought of being caught.

"She doesn't know you're here, she's just nagging... as usual." He rubbed his eye, some of his eyeliner smearing in the process.

Still that didn't seem to calm your worries about getting caught. "Will you shut up already?!" He yelled at the door, trying to get her to go away.