[There is a desire there to make him wait four hours, to the minute.
He can be stubborn like that; he was willing to wait indefinitely by a door not long ago. This is nothing.
To potentially both their shock: he doesn't. He steps over--far, far too silently of a walk now that he's stifled his radio tuning soundtrack--and folds himself down cross-legged besides Jack. He picks up the controller in the way of someone that has never played a single damn video game in the whole of the universe.
Because he hasn't.
He blinks down at the controller.] ... What's a Luigi?
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He can be stubborn like that; he was willing to wait indefinitely by a door not long ago. This is nothing.
To potentially both their shock: he doesn't. He steps over--far, far too silently of a walk now that he's stifled his radio tuning soundtrack--and folds himself down cross-legged besides Jack. He picks up the controller in the way of someone that has never played a single damn video game in the whole of the universe.
Because he hasn't.
He blinks down at the controller.] ... What's a Luigi?