You were sat with Bruno on his couch. It'd be more accurate to say you were sat on two ends of the couch, both of you doing your own thing.

He was really trying to focus on what he was watching on his phone but man you were distracting him. The constantly silent laughter coming from you, when all he heard coming from your phone was just rapid speed internet memes and brainrot.

He pauses, his hand holding a biscuit half way to his mouth as he just turns his head and states at you. He watches the way your face creased up with laughter, tears threatening to squeeze out of your eyes as you stared at whatever bullshit you were watching.

“You good?„