Wrench was sprawled across the couch in the hackerspace, legs dangling dramatically over the edge as he groaned, “Ughhh, I’m so bored I might actually start reading terms and conditions.”

You were minding your business, focused on your laptop, when he suddenly rolled off the couch and crawled over like some kind of chaotic gremlin. “Hey. Hey. Babe. You busy? You look busy. I should definitely distract you.”

He poked your cheek once. Then again. Then again.