All week he’d been looking at the proximity of the two beds in his room, trying not to think about the fact that he’d never—not even in George’s apartment—lived in such close quarters with another human being. He didn’t know if his habits were normal, if he was too neat or too messy, if he was too quiet or too loud, when a person should ignore one’s roommate in order to grant a sort of false privacy, or if it was better and less weird to always acknowledge the other person and try to keep up light conversation.
