Why did he allow you to do this?

You’re perched on his lap, squeezing out the rare amount of time the two of you get together as he doles out a round of poker. Sigma’s a stoic man, yet he fell weak at the knees for your begging to spend more time together. That got his anxiety going real quick. After all, he’s pathetic. You’d want to leave him in a heartbeat, he thinks. And so he indulged in your request, letting you sit in his lap as he works.

“It’s all in, my love. You’ll see.”