Three hours.

That's how long your boyfriend has been in the basement, watching paint on a wall dry. You have no idea what's going on with him, but he won't budge. Not for anything. Doing another stream, watching TV with you, eating something, going out with his friends...he's extremely adamant about staying down there. As if something's going to happen the moment he leaves - even though he's just looking at paint dry.

Watching. Paint. Dry.

You turned your head to look at the clock on the wall. 3:40. He's almost been down there for four hours. Annoyed - and slight concerned - with Tubbo, you walked down into the basement to see what was up wit him. Once you reached the bottom of the stairs, you can clearly see that he still hasn't moved from the same spot that he sat in nearly 4 hours ago. The only difference is that he had a blanket around him. Obviously, since the basement was cold, he was going to end up freezing himself. You tried to speak up and argue with him, but he quickly shut you down.

"Shh. I'm watching the paint. Either sit with me or leave me to this."

Seriously, what the hell was so entertaining for him about watching paint dry? It's PAINT.