Arthur stretched, rolling his shoulders with a playful smirk. "Some of us don't need two weeks to nail a pixel-perfect jump."
Liz gasped, feigning scandal. "Low blow!"
Arthur chuckled, but then paused, his expression softening. "You've actually gotten better, though."
Liz blinked in surprise. "...What?"
"Your mechanics," Arthur explained, nodding toward the screen. "Last time we played, you couldn't dodge a skillshot to save your life. Now? You're almost not terrible!"
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she focused intently on her keyboard.
"...Shut up."
Arthur observed her closely,the way her fingers stilled and how her bravado flickered for just a moment into something more vulnerable.
He nudged her foot playfully. "Hey."
She didn't look up.
"Liz," he said softly.
"What?" she replied, still avoiding eye contact.
"You are good."
She peeked at him from under her lashes. "...Really?"
He nodded earnestly. "Annoyingly so."
