It's sort of a tacit rule, for only one of them to be in the apartment at a time. It wasn't that hard, really. One was a nocturnal creature and the other worked all day. One of the men, a tall dark haired one, worked at a construction site, bringing home money to buy food and pay for the apartment. He had given up buying the acrid liquid that his unwelcome flat mate lived off of. He seemed to be drinking less and less of it nowadays, anyway.
Lately, though, the dark haired man had been coming home to find his guest sitting on the couch, staring blankly at a television that was never on. He was quiescent, so it was easy to ignore him, but when he got up in the morning, his room mate would still be on the couch, the window wide open and the rising sun stretching it's rays through the glass, itching to warm the pale skin, and he had to quell the urge to shake him, get some sort of reaction from him.
His room mate was short and blonde, although the color of his hair was far from natural, and he had crystal blue eyes and high set cheek bones. His name was William, although it had been a long time since anybody bothered to call him by it. The dark haired one's name was Alexander, even though he couldn't remember the last time he heard somebody use it.
They were two beings, slowly turning callous by the world.
Sarcasm and hostility was an inveterate attitude with them. Compunction of past acts pulled them closer to each other but their clandestine presents drove them apart.
The knowledge that they might be all the have left was indelible.