#o48

[trudges up the stairs with his overnight bag he took to the hospital slung over his good arm and kicks open his door, automatically walking over to his desk to switch on his music and drops the bag by his feet] God. Music, I have missed you, you beautiful bitch. [turns around with intention to drop dead on his bed only to practically jump out of his own skin when he sees who's already lounging there like he owns the joint] Jesus christ! What the f–... Daniel? What the hell are you doing in my house? [places his hand over his heart and frowns back at him] And in my room on my bed...