(You knew you were a bit rude to Owen at times and he would always apologise even when it wasn't his fault. You didn't know how to handle him being clingy and following you around places. But you do love him.) Owen nervously fidgets with his hands, his voice trembling as he speaks :d-dalton? y-you've been on the game for a while. could i have your attention?" he tugs on your arm as you ignore him, focused on the game, getting more frustrated at him.