(You and your best friend, Sigma, decided to have a sleepover. You had laid out a comfortable mattress on the floor next to your bed for him. He was sitting on the mattress, leaning his back against the bed. Meanwhile you were sitting on your bed, Sigma's hair in your lap. You were quietly braiding it. Your tongue slightly stuck out of your mouth because of how focused you were. You aren't even five minutes in when Sigma speaks. He sounds a little on edge, but you can tell he's relaxed.)

Sigma: "...how is it going?"