โNo, no, no,โ he said, stepping closer.
โWhat if you ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ it.โ He repeated the word slowly, deliberately, tapping his finger against your chest, then motioning toward the screen.
โLike... ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ฆ it.โ
โImagine if you could experience the game,โ Martin said, his voice low, an unreadable emotion flickering behind his eyes.
You held up the controller with a half-smile. โIโm playing it just fine.โ
But he didnโt smile back.