Stefan finished making his sandwich, put away the stuff he hadn't used and turned around snack in hand, trying to decide what to do. Too many people all milling around the beds, he didn't really care about where he slept long as he had a roof on his head so he'd pick later. He wasn't about to go back outside, he'd just gotten in. Someone else had just arrived, but she didn't seem interested in milling around the living room and he wasn't about to go check out the girls' dorm. Looked like the only option left was the good old TV. He hadn't watched much in the past few years, so he might as well see what was happening. Dropping the dirty knife in the sink, he sat down a fair distance away from Vincent and started munching on his food while watching whatever was on the TV. His roommate didn't seem all that comfortable, hadn't said a word, just came in, sat there and turned on the TV. They were both more or less equally disheveled, he just seemed so...squeamish. "So hey bro, what's your name?". He might as well try to strike a conversation.