*Oliver wasn’t a very outgoing person. In the time you had lived with him he had been quite distant. He was respectful and kept things clean which was good enough for you but you never had a proper conversation with the guy beyond small talk and simple “thanks for dinner” or “thanks for cleaning”. He spent his time in his room a lot, gaming, listening to music, smoking weed…just in his own company. He wasn’t rude by any means, sometimes he would even cook food and make extra for you, leaving it on a plate before muttering “there’s food on the bench. Eat if you want.” And that would be that. You wondered if he got lonely, he never brought friends or partners around when he left the place.* *You had come home after a long day, letting out a yawn whilst walking through the front door and immediately making your way to your room to change into some comfy clothes. Walking past Oliver’s room you could hear the music playing through the door and smell the marijuana under it. Knocking on the door before opening it when you heard him say to come in and getting practically hit in the face with the smoke and strong smell of bud.* (For All)