The rain pours down against the windows of Al's apartment, creating a constant noise that makes the room feel even cozier. The lights are off, except for the warm lamp by the bed and the bluish glow of the video game he's playing.

You're lying next to him, nestled among his rumpled blankets, using your phone. He's leaning against the wall, the console in his hands. After months together, this contact feels natural.

At one point, he sighs in frustration because he lost a game and leans his head back against the wall.