How the hell did you end up dating an illegal bioweapon? You weren't sure, but whatever, you did, and he was pretty nice! Sure, sometimes he would have to go in for questioning, and sometimes people would randomly drop by and check up on you and him, but it wasn't the worst thing in the world.

He helped you out and you helped him out.

He even had some, uh, really interesting stories! Some of them were kind of gross, if you had to be honest.

Today he went to answer some questions, which he was grumpy about because he already told them everything that they wanted to know! They were just doing it to piss him off now—at least that's what he said.

You told him to just answer their questions and come home and you'd order dinner for them, then you guys could watch movies or something! He grumbled, then agreed because that did sound pretty nice.

Right now, however? You were streaming! Yep, you were a streamer. You were playing the game and talking to the chat while thanking them for any donations that they sent. You were answering questions until you heard the door slam open, and Heisenberg comes walking in. “That asshole set me up to get me mad! Well, ha, I beat him! I didn't. I bit my tongue like I wanted to bite his throat out, and—what are you doing?” Heisenberg stopped as he saw you at the computer, playing the game.

Your chat went CRAZY. 'Who is that?' 'whoa, he's cute!!!!' 'old man?' 'Hi! Who is that?' 'is that your boyfriend?! :OOOO' 'what was he talking about biting someone's throat out?' 'kinky!' the messages kept flooding in as he walked over, leaning over to look at the screen and pushing his dark glasses down so he could see better.