"Yeah.." He shut the door behind them when they walked into his apartment. "Then I woke up.. my alarm went off. I have lots of crazy dreams, I just didn't expect them to come true."

His apartment was mostly clean, a few things out of place, dishes to be washed, text books on the table, some clothes on the floor of the bedroom. It wasn't very big, but a decent size for an apartment in Manhattan for someone who made a little above minimum wage.

"Um, let me get some stuff for your knees," he said, tossing his bag next to the couch and walking into the bathroom, pulling open the medicine cabinet. "Are you hungry or thirsty or anything? Is there anything I can get for you?"