Yuna Inspired: Our Virtual Family

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It was the virtual Hart's family's first time alone without their son, so things were a little bit awkward. And quiet. They spent most of their time watching TV and trying to look busy.

"Let's do that game too," he suggested when a commercial came on the TV. "To see who knows who best."

"Okay."

Earlier, they had watched a couple's telepathic game where one partner had to write the same answer as the other partner.

"How many questions?" she asked.

"How 'bout twenty? So ten each."

"Okay, but you get the paper and pen. I'm scared to go upstairs."

"It's your own house."

She shook her head while pouting.

"Fine." He laughed and got up.

"Wait, I go too!" She jumped up and followed him. "Staying down here by myself is scarier."

"You're such a big scaredy-cat."

She glared at him. "You calling me fat?"

He nodded, and she became depressed. He asked her,"You're not gonna hit me?"

She laughed. "Why would I?"

"For implying that you're fat. But you're really not," he swore, putting his hand up.

"But it's the truth. I gained, like, five pounds since living with you. Besides, I rather hear it from you than from anyone else."

He raised a curious brow. "Why?"

"I don't know. There's something about the things you say to me. They make me feel..."

He turned around and put his hands at her waist and rocked them side to side. "What, you gonna like me?"

She lightly hit his shoulder. "Whoever likes you is the unluckiest girl ever."

"Why's that? And don't badmouth my future girlfriend."

"Fine, I won't. I'm badmouthing your future wife," she teased.

They stopped walking and realized that they'd be divorcing in the future, that she wouldn't be his wife and he wouldn't be her husband. That this moment right now was all a virtual present. None of it was true.

He took her by the hand. "Why did you say that you won't get married?"

"I was joking."

"No, you weren't." He squeezed her hand. "I know when you are, and I know when you aren't."

She pulled herself away and walked up to her room. "It was really a joke, Logan. Of course, I'm gonna get married." She stopped at her desk and searched for the paper and pens.

Then, his arms softly rested around her neck as he gently placed his chin on her shoulder.

"L-Logan?"

He pulled her closer to him. "After our divorce...I won't get married...until you get married."

*

It was the next day, and Hana was making breakfast. She heard some mumbling behind her, so she turned around and saw a groggily Logan pulling out a chair to sit at the dining table. She put her hands at her waist and walked to him. "Go wash your face, change into new clothes, then come back down to eat."

He laid his head down on his arm. "I'm too tired to do that. Let me eat first, then I'll change later."

"You played games all night, didn't you?"