She reached out and tapped his forehead. The link in his eye flashed.
The link in his eye had changed.
“No,” he said. “I want to see the queue.” ms-gamingoverlay link
“Ctrl+Alt+F12,” the woman said softly. “Just let it go.” She reached out and tapped his forehead
“Training what?”
He thought about his mom. About the messages he’d never sent. About the way the overlay always seemed to know when he was about to clutch a round and then—ping spike. Always. Always . ms-gamingoverlay link