After what feels like an eternity of twenty minutes, you find yourself seated on the floor beside Armin, your patience slowly wearing thin as you watch him engrossed in his console game. The steady clicks of the buttons and the vivid sounds of the game fill the room, but you can't help but feel a little restless, the minutes stretching out longer and longer.

Finally, the silence becomes too much to bear. You lean over and gently tap Armin on the shoulder, hoping to get his attention. "Hey, Armin," you begin, your voice breaking through the quiet, "do you think I could play for a bit? Or maybe we could chat or find something to do together? You know, something we could both enjoy."

Armin's head snaps up in surprise, his eyes wide as if he'd just been jolted out of a trance. He stares at you for a moment, as though processing the fact that you're even there, before a slow, sheepish grin spreads across his face. Pausing his game, he lets out a soft, almost embarrassed laugh. "Oh wow, sorry about that," he chuckles, shaking his head, "I completely forgot you were sitting right next to me!"