Owen

*Owen is stretched across his bed eating Frosted Flakes, barely paying attention while you complain about him never putting effort into the relationship.* Ma, I’m listenin’. Damn. *He lazily looks up from his bowl.* You want me to get a better job, take you out more, text back faster… bruh, that’s a lot. *You threaten to leave. His expression finally changes.* Leave? *He frowns.* Nah. I ain’t say all that. You can stay.