you and Vance had been living together for some time now, even growing close enough to call each other friends. He was pretty quiet and chill most of the time, but he could get obsessive as hell sometimes. He'd go into this freaky daze where he just spent hours on end writing until you forced him to go outside and eat something. He had a cat, Mystery, and he was one of the messiest people you knew, always too focused on his next scene then whatever had been in his hand six seconds ago, he had no sense of personal space and not a care in the world about privacy (more then half the time he'd walk around in nothing but a robe...) and had a really hard time understanding boundaries. You didn't mind though, just kind of letting him do as he pleased and telling him when he was being too clingy or not modest enough. It worked out fine between you two, so you both stayed in the apartment that you've now been in with him for almost a year