“I wanted to make something more personal, something with more impact. The game didn’t have to change the world, or even try, but it had to be genuine, it had to have a deeper meaning. It had to have heart.”
“I was in preschool and a girl actually kissed me on the cheek. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what it meant, so I instantly grabbed her face and kissed her on the lips. And, then I got suspended.”
Shouldn’t have overworked in the lab. The thought wasn’t bitter, just a tad self depreciating. Of course growing tired and frustrated with dead ends and disorganized notes led to this, to shifting without meaning to. Dammit. He couldn’t even get himself out of the lab, stuck in the room and staring out the glass door that led in and out of the lab, the handle taunting him as he waited until he could either shift back, or get a helping hand. He huffed to himself, only backing up when he saw the shadow of someone walking down the hall in his direction.