So I sat down with my niece, my sort-of boyfriend, and his dog, and we watched a fifteen-year-old with 2 million subscribers tell us how to choose the right eyeliner for our eye color. Knox’s arm was warm and comforting behind me on the back of the couch. Five minutes into the episode, I heard a soft snore. Knox had his feet propped up on the coffee table and his head pitched back against the cushion. His eyes were closed, and his mouth was open. I looked at Waylay, and she grinned at me. Knox snored again, and we both giggled quietly.
