Issac stared at the tablet in his hands, pushing his glasses in place from the bridge of the nose, trying to decide if he should read it or not when Soren burst into his room, a towel wrapped around his lower half which was covered in bandages.
"That felt so nice." He said happily as Issac placed the tablet on the table and turned to him.
"After being caked in blood for that long? I should hope so." He remarked as his friend began to rummage through his closet and pulled out a pair of boxers. "Aren't you getting a little too comfortable here?"
"What?" Soren asked, getting dressed. "Am I supposed to ask you or something?"
"No, I am just remarking at how comfortable you are all of a sudden," Issac said, looking at him for an uncomfortable second before turning away.
"What was that for?!" Soren shouted, offended. "Were you measuring me up?"
