Zach's been in the new apartment for almost three months now and there's still four unpacked boxes in his living room. He just ignores them as he goes about his days, acting as those they're not there. There's nothing important in them, just a bunch of odds and ends that he doesn't feel like sorting, and he's actually contemplating unpacking one of them today when he gets upstairs when he bumps into someone. He drops his mail and flushes, running a hand through his hair before he looks up. He flushes harder when he realizes it's the guy from across the hall and he barely keeps himself from flailing his hands. "I'm sorry. Didn't see you there."