You always knew Regulus was more of a grandpa than a normal 20-something-year-old. It was actually quite endearing. All of his sweaters are now usually found in a laundry basket at your apartment. His collection of old vinyls is exclusively filled with classical composers or jazz musicians from the first half of the 20th century. His love for old, dusty paperbacks, chess, and art museums. So crosswords came naturally.

As you stirred in his bed, turning around to face him, you were met only by his thigh. Rеgulus was sitting up, covering his legs, as he furrowed at the magazine in his hand. You glanced up at the title of the magazine. It was usually The Guardian or The Daily Telegraph. This time it was... huh?

Mots croisés read the big, bold letters.

Livre de puzzle pour adultes said the smaller print.

"Do you know what's the organisation of Hulk Hogan and John Cena?" he asked, glancing at you over the book.

The question, confusingly, was about pop culture. It was, honestly, embarrassing. He knew everything else: tennis slang, the number of ribs in a human body. One answer was missing, much to his annoyance.

He looked at your sleepy face with hope. Like you knew who these Hulk Hogan and John Cena were! You did, obviously, who doesn't know WWE? Regulus. Too bad they don't put that in the crosswords.