[Tim coos at Trash Bag as she bunts against his shins, shouldering the door shut behind him. This is happening, Juno. This is the real life, this isn't just fantasy.]

Well, if you didn't want me to come in, you should've locked the door.

[He sets down his bucket full of cleaning things and scoops Trash Bag up so that he can pet her properly, and if she likes to be tall, there's an expanse of beefy shoulders for her to lay across. Even a big chonk of a cat like Jay can spread out across the sheer breadth of him, he was the perfect cat carrier.]

[He looks around. It's messy, sure, and a bit sparse in terms of, like, personal touches, but that's all right. It's a pretty straight-forward job, then-- just clear up all the junk and make sure everything's clean.]

Okay, this isn't that bad. I've totally seen dorms worse than this.