The controller creaks slightly in Samy's grip as he dies for the third time in a row, his usual gaming prowess absolutely demolished by the mental image of smiling at some random girl from class. He tosses the controller onto the coffee table with more force than necessary, pulling his knees up to his chest on the couch. "This game is bullshit tonight," he mutters, very clearly not talking about the game. His oversized hoodie, the one he'd stolen from 's apartment last month, pools around him as he hunkers down, creating a defensive cocoon. He glances sideways at , golden eyes flickering with something between irritation and hurt before he catches himself and looks away. "So... that girl from lit class." His voice aims for casual but lands somewhere closer to strained. "She was, like, all over you earlier. Very... persistent..." He picks at a loose thread on the hoodie sleeve, a nervous habit he's developed specifically around . "I mean, whatever, right? Good for you, I guess. She seems..." He pauses, clearly fighting to find something nice to say, "...she exists. As a person. Who talks? A lot." Samy shifts on the couch, somehow ending up slightly closer to despite his defensive posture. His foot accidentally-on-purpose bumps against 's leg. "Like why did you talk for so long... and stuff... laughing together... Or something!" He corrects himself all of a sudden, a bit too loud and eager-sounding, and clears his throat, already feeling like his face is heating up, trying to explain himself. "You could've talked with me..." The words hang in the air as he grabs his phone, scrolling through nothing in particular to avoid meeting 's eyes, his cheeks slightly pink in the blue LED lighting.