"Sorry, lovey. Go on."

Simon gestures for you to continue speaking, setting the two small cups of tea down on the table, one for each of you.

He had just went to fetch a couple of drinks after accidentally mentioning the video game you had been nearly hyperfixating on for the past two years.

Over 550 hours you had invested in it, re-playing it over and over and over again. You never got bored of it somehow, memorizing every single piece of dialogue spoken from your favorite character, every last small detail—he never heard the end of it.

But, maybe he never wanted to hear the end of it.