You sat at his desk, half one in the morning his monitors dimly illuminating his bedroom.

Quietly, you placed his headset on, clicking away at his mouse and keyboard, opening up YouTube to watch a video.

Your phone being dead and George keeping the TV downstairs occupied, this was your last option.

But 10 minuets later, you felt a hand on your shoulder, making you jump. You remove one ear of the headphones and turn in your seat.

“What you doing?” George asks with a confused smile.