He wasn't quite sure how he had eventually found his way home, or how even he found the correct dorm room, but when he finally did unlock the door and barge his way in, he loudly slammed the door shut behind him, completely disregarding the fact that it was dark, and poor Elias was probably sleeping.
Jamey kicked off his shoes and started to shuffle around on his side of the dorm, searching for a pair of sweat pants to change into. He found a pair, laying in a crumpled pile at the end of his bed, ripped off his shirt and jeans, and clumsily pulled on the dark pair of sweatpants that he now wasn't sure if they were actually his, or his roommates. Oh well.
Finally, he crawled into bed, only to realize that there was a warm body sharing the space with him. Wait a minute.
"Elias?" He mumbled, feeling totally confused. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?"