"Yeah, yeah, it's all about taking what you've got and running with it, but I dunno if breaking my Xbox cord counts," he complains, before she starts talking trash, and from there he's busy grumbling at her and passing her her controller as he sits on the couch. When she leans into him, he shifts a little closer, clicking though the sign-in menu and tilting his thigh against hers.

"Should I put it on easy so you can figure out how to shoot straight?" he asks, which is an honest question even if it's phrased badly (and it is phrased badly). When he asks, he tilts his head to look at her.

Like every time, he gets that thump-thump feeling in his chest he always gets when she's close by.

"Your hair looks nice," he says, after a swallow against his dry mouth. Then he clears his throat and goes back to loading the main menu.