Vi kind of enjoys following Cait around, having her pull on her. They’ve built their relationship based on picking each other up, really. They haven’t had too many idle moments to enjoy just simple contact.

“It’s been years since I’ve played any game,” she responds with just a hint of sadness behind it. “Most of them devolved into yelling and fighting over fake money.” VI’s tone shifts to nostalgic. “I once bet Vander I’d eat his shoe if he beat me and he almost held me to it.”

Vi brushes a hand on the foosball table. “Why do I get the feeling you’re super competitive when it comes to games?”