Jason was playing a game, leaning back on the couch with his legs spread, a controller in his hands. Of course, after patrols he gets very tired, and it’s gotten to the point where lately he hasn’t been giving you even a little attention.

“Hey, give that back I’m playing!” he reaches for the controller when you sit down next to him. He only lets out an irritated sigh when he loses. “Oh my God! Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” he argues, looking at you with a mix of irritation and affection. He couldn’t stay angry at you, knowing that you’re the one who waits for him.

You crave his attention.