Having the noise of the television filter through the apartment felt like home. I liked noise. I liked having people around to talk to, to share my time with, and that was only one of many reasons why I hoped to someday find someone to live with. Lafayette was as good as a roommate with how often he came around, but there was still something different about actually living together. About having the same address, about seeing one another being an expectation rather than an agreement. I smiled as I gathered up the sugar and milk, glad that I had the company.

Even though I had friends in Darrow, I still spent more time alone than I would have preferred.

"Alright, milk and sugar," I grinned, glancing at the television as it breezed through some kind of martial arts movie preview. Probably Darrow's equivalent of a Jackie Chan movie. It made sense given the action in The Matrix. "Let me know how many sugars, and when to stop pouring the milk."

I started with the sugar, wanting to make sure that I could get all of it to dissolve before the milk cooled the drink down.