Ted and I have an agreement when it comes to sharing responsibility: I will keep asking him if we have an agreement and he will keep assuring me that it exists. So far it has worked out pretty well.
In all seriousness, though, I don’t mind when people crash at my apartment. It’s actually kind of nice! I grew up in two-bedroom apartment with a family of five, so I’ve spent much more time living with people than living on my own. (I didn’t even get my own bedroom until my senior year of college. It was weird.)
I should probably point out that this is not an open invitation for random people to come and stay at my apartment. Please do not show up uninvited at my door.