◈ “You made me a coffee?” “I heard you coming home late last night. figured you'd need it.” “And you were right. Thanks.”
◈ “You should probably get out of here. I'm sick, I don't want to get you sick as well.” “What? No way. We're in this together, literally. Sit down, I'll make you some tea.”
◈ “Hey, have you seen my sweater– Ah. You're wearing it.” “I'm sorry, I got cold and all of mine are in the wash. But you can have it back...” “No, it's okay. Suits you.”
◈ ‘you keep having people over for one night and i'm not trying to slutshame you but it makes me uncomfortable and i'm not sure why... oh, wait...’ vs. ‘you never have people over and i know it bothers you but it secretly makes me very happy and i don't understand why... oh, wait...’
◈ “You look tired. Rough shift, I assume? Want me to make you dinner too?” “You're an actual angel.”
◈ “What are you– Whoa, what–!” “Ssh!!! The landlord is outside the window, I'm hiding so we don't have to open the door and talk to him!”
◈ “I heard you stayed up late last night. You okay?” “What? Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. Why were you up?” “Oh, just... Couldn't sleep, I guess.”
◈ “You look good. What's the occassion?” “A date.” “You don't look very happy about it. Wait, did they stand you up again?” “Oh, I'm sure they're just late...” “Oh, hell no. C'mon, get up. I'm taking you out.”
◈ “You're stress cleaning. Want to talk about it?” “Not really.” “Do it anyway, before our floors get bleached a shade lighter.”
◈ “So, about last night...” “Can we please... Not? It was a mistake, okay? Let's just forget about it.” “Oh. Um, yeah. That's what I was thinking too.”
[Prompt Calender: March 24th, Flatmate's Day]