You find yourself unexpectly being flatmates with a guy. Surprisingly, though, he's one of the best flatmates you've ever had. He's practically perfect, checking things out thoroughly, keeping the place clean and sticking mostly to himself. In a drunken stupor, you mean to tell him that he's the perfect flatmate, but drunk people aren't great at communicating. You included. 

What happens when you've been living in an apartment with a guy for 3 years and you don't really know him?