If his nose was, in fact, strange, it was entirely because it had just been smacked in by a door.

"A schedule'd be great. Mondays and Wednesdays, you can totally fling the door open without warnin', yo. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays, you gotta let me open it instead. Sundays, just break the hell in and to hell with doors anyhow."

He smirked faintly. The smirk was a little more crooked than usual. "It bein' Friday, you're gonna have to make up for it with, like, a kiss or some shit."

Drunken kisses could be good, too.

...

"You gonna stand up on your own sometime soon?"