My roommate is not sharing with me:
This was the precise reason Ludwig didn't want to tell Feliciano about An'na. He'd hoped that the Italian would be too scared to come over because he thought she was ghost. Why did you pick now, of all times to get over your fear of ghost? Ludwig thought with contempt and picked at his pasta.
"I bet she's really pretty too! And nice and funny and I hope she likes pasta because then I can come over and teach her how to make my favorites and…"he just kept going on and on. Ludwig started to tune him out until…
"Maybe you two can start sharing a bed like we used to. Vé, but I hope you hid your special books so you don't scare her away."
Ludwig flushed at both thoughts and stabbed at his food, "W-we won't be sharing beds, Feliciano. Eat your pasta!"
Oh Feli, kids say the darndest things!