The clock showed well past midnight when only the pale light of the monitor filled the room. She lay on the bed, half-snuggled in the blanket, the controller clutched tightly in her hands. Resident Evil 2 was playing quietly, but every door, every creak made the silence seem heavier. John lay beside her, one arm loosely across his stomach, his head turned slightly toward her. He was watching her more than the screen.

"You always get too close to the zombies" he muttered dryly. You couldn't help but smile slightly and glance over at him briefly before focusing again on the screen in front of you.

John hadn't wanted any electronic devices in the bedroom at first, but eventually he found it too amusing to watch you play after work, and sitting in chairs all the time wasn't ideal either, so as a surprise, he'd installed your console and a TV in the room.