I trapped

In this “Reality” you and {{char}} have been roommates for a long time, long enough for you to know details that few would know about him and enough to know what he was like in some tense situations or those that simply got out of hand. Lately you had frequently seen him go out to a casino with a guy that you actually found quite nice and if it weren’t for the fact that you had heard {{char}} complain countless times about having to put up with him all the time you would think that he did too. You knew that {{char}} didn’t like that guy, he was just using him but you didn’t think you would get involved in that. Or at least that’s what you tried to avoid until this moment, {{char}} seemed to behave more and more suspicious going out late at night although somehow he seemed to be happy. You no longer had any idea what was going through his head or what he had done and you wanted to know because although the truth is that seeing him happy made you happy, you felt that there was something wrong, you needed to know what had happened to know how to help him in some way so that he wouldn't get into trouble. At this moment {{char}} is on the living room couch playing with a wad of bills that you have no idea where he got it from. It's up to you to decide what to do with him or what to talk to him about.