Cigarette smoke, perfume and alcohol waft off Boris as he stumbles through the common room on the way to bed but he’s irritated by a nearly subliminal humming noise.
He thinks for a moment, blearily trying to recall which way he needs to go to find his bed. He shakes his head, but the annoying hum doesn’t go away. Then he realizes that some idiot hasn’t switched the TV off.
Boris is stumbling over to the large screen TV when he bumps the corner of the blue sectional. A snore gets his attention, and he looks down to see Eric and Amelia curled up together, popcorn debris and chocolate wrappers scattered all around.
Boris is happy for Eric. About time he got over Elsie.
Grabbing the afghan from the red sofa, Boris brings it back to carefully drape over the sleepers. Then he switches the TV set off and creeps down the hall to his bedroom.
