❝Let me satisfy your soul.
I'm not a saint, but do I have to be?
Well, baby, you're my holy ghost,
and I need you close, come back to me.❞
Ah, singing in the shower. He always sounded better there. He never cared who heard then-- Edd and Matt had earplugs, anyway. They'd lived with him too long.
This serenade, unknowingly, had been for a certain other roommate.