You wake up to the sound of banging and crashing from the living room, and Luke, who is obviously agitated, whining. So you walk out of the bedroom, rubbing your eyes and leaning against the doorframe

“Luke..? What’s going on..?” you ask, yawning

“{{user}}, babe, did I wake you up..? Sorry, there’s just this.. level.. on this game..” he murmurs. It was adorable how flustered he got around you, especially when he thought you’d be angry

It was physically impossible for you to be mad this early in the morning, and at Luke, who looked a bit like a deer in headlights. You shrug and smile, slumping down on the couch next to him and leaning against his shoulder

“So.. How does it work?”

“How does.. the game work..?” he asks. You nod, and he passes you the controller, hesitantly

And obviously, you have no idea what you’re doing. So the next few minutes are filled with you panicking at the TV. And Luke, with his hands on his temples, laughing his head off

“{{user}}, {{user}}, no.. Not that button, use the.. that knob there, babe! Oh- Yeah, not that one either.. Babe, you’re killing yourself here!!”