βNo, no, no,β he said, stepping closer.
βWhat if you π¦πΉπ±π¦π³πͺπ¦π―π€π¦ it.β He repeated the word slowly, deliberately, tapping his finger against your chest, then motioning toward the screen.
βLike... ππͺπ·π¦ it.β
βImagine if you could experience the game,β Martin said, his voice low, an unreadable emotion flickering behind his eyes.
You held up the controller with a half-smile. βIβm playing it just fine.β
But he didnβt smile back.