Maron loses at another game with you on the Nintendo again, but oh, he doesn't mind at all; though he's sure the reason why is because he can't stop staring at you.

"One more time," he grins at you, eyes soft, though he won't even try again, he just wants to keep seeing you in this light, with your face illuminated by the ghoulish blue of the screen, wants to engrave every feature of your face into the lobes of his brain, "then we can have dinner."

There's nothing else like loving you.