“Another win for the— uh, babe?”

Ellie drops her controller, the pink light on the back flashing tauntingly at her. She just won another PVP Box Fights against you. For the thirteenth fucking time. She said she’d help you get better at playing builds, now you feel like she’s just flexing.

Hence why you’re crying, right now.

“Hey— come on, babe. Don’t cry. We can- we’ll go again.”

She sounds the slightest bit confused, but does nothing to show it. She can admit she sometimes acknowledges the fact that you’re overly sensitive.

But, then again, she was being a bit of a show off.