Okay, you'll wait.

Oh.... well, alright, fine! But only because it's your friends. If it was strangers, you'd be sneaking in no question! But fine. You're really not even a little bit upset.

Cameron notices how upset you are and gently exhales, before he takes a seat on the ground facing towards you. He pats the ground in front of him, signalling for you to do the same. You eye him warily. You've been hurt before.

"Wanna play a game?"

Boy do you! You instantly drop down into a cross-legged sitting position on the ground across from him, most certainly exceeding your own terminal velocity in the process through the sheer innate power of game night.

"Alright, your pick. Chopsticks, rock-paper-scissors, eye spy.... charades.... we could- sing something, or-"

You've got a better idea than any of those!