"Babe, I'm bored," Grayson whined for what seemed like the hundredth time. Every minute, he said those three words and every minute, I was getting irritated.

"You're always bored," I pointed out.

Grayson sighed dramatically and placed his arm over his eyes. "... Just one game?"

"No," I said. "Your wrist is still sprained and knowing you, you'll injure it more just by playing video games. You can continue watching me play."

"But you suck."

I raised an eyebrow and looked at Grayson, who was sprawled across the couch with his head rested in my lap. "Have I ever told you how nice you are?" I asked sarcastically.

"I know,...