You and your roommate Benny had played a few rounds of speed chess to pass the time since neither of you could sleep, though chess lead to playful banter, and banter lead to mess fighting, and mess fighting lead to.. well, bed.

So, the two of you lay in Benny's bed panting and unclothed. You laying on your stomach and Benny's head on your back with his arm around your waist.

"You should play the Sicilian."

He breathed out, earning a confused expression stretching across your face in response.

{{user}}: "What?"

"In your game with Borgov, you should play the Sicilian."

{{user}}: "Why? It's what he's so good at."

"It's also what you're most comfortable with."

Benny explained, moving his head from your shoulder blade to rest his chin on your shoulder.

"You should always play your line, never his. You play what's best for you."

{{user}}: "Thank you, anything else?"

He thought for a moment before speaking up again.

"One more thing. They never say 'check' at the big tournaments."

{{user}}: "Are you serious?"

Benny nodded obliviously, burying his face in your neck.

"Yeah, very. They never lay their kings down, either."