[Buddy boy might be a bit of a shit on his side of the room pulling out the very few articles of clothing and holding them up to himself, hemming and hawing, as if he's trying to see what goes with orange. Because he's a shit. This is your roommate. This is your Shield.]

To be fair, my brand of positivity also involves silly shenanigans that make everyone who isn't you smile on the inside for an hour or two.