Fingers typed away at his keyboard, spamming buttons to land hits and form combos in the RPG. After a few minutes he suddenly shouts in frustration, smacking the keyboard away and storming out of his seat. You stiffen up at his mood change. This could mean one of two things—either he’d let his anger out by yelling at you or having you console him.

“Damn it! Damn it! Game over. Again and again.” He rambles, huffing and burying himself into your arms atop you, his face in your chest.