1 GAME NIGHT
I probably should have expected this, but watching Orion meticulously arrange Monopoly money by denomination was still somehow both hilarious and oddly attractive. He had that little wrinkle between his eyebrows—the one that appeared whenever he was concentrating too hard on something that absolutely didn't require that level of focus.
"I still can't believe you own Monopoly," I said, trying not to smile too hard. "Actually, scratch that. I can totally believe you own Monopoly. I bet you have spreadsheets tracking your win-loss ratio."