"But we agreed to have a movie night," Troy sighed. "At this point, I feel like you're dating that Psycho Moth rather than given how preoccupied you always seem to be with the idea of him."
Windy chuckled. "Babe, it's a job I can't ignore. I promise that I will make it up somehow. Besides, you also need to work on your draft, right?"
As a popular murder-mystery author, Troy had a lot going on in his life as well, though he did most of it in front of his laptop, so he spent his day cleaning the house like a good stay-at-home boyfriend or went to the grocery store or coffee shop to write his draft.
However, as he was isolated from other people, he couldn't help but be dependent on Windy. He would feel empty and sad whenever Windy got busy with her duties as a detective in this crime-ridden city.
"Sometimes, I feel I have to keep you in a cage, or at least a leash, so you won't leave me alone," Troy murmured.
