Now that K's temporarily unemployed, playing Monster Hunter and voice chatting with other gamers is his primary social outlet on weekdays. Unfortunately, when I come home from a long day of work and try to engage him in conversation, here are the two responses I get:
a) "Huh, what? Sorry, Brett was talking on Skype, and I can't talk to two people at the same time."
b) "Ack!! Honey, not right now; the Lagi's killing me!"
Hmm... interruptable gaming = very tolerable. Chatting with online buddies and being completely closed to communication from your wife for 2-3 hours every night during her prime waking hours = unacceptable. After about 3 weeks of this, we had a nice little discussion about balancing his extroverted need to hear live human voices during the day and my need to feel like I'm still the most important thing in his life. K's been very sweet and attention-giving to me ever since, so I think we're back to a happy equilibrium again.
Check out this little monster hunting nest (or "station," as he calls it) that I found smack dab in the middle of our living room:
Apparently, the couch that's placed a mere 2 feet behind the chair is not optimal for monster hunting... ^_~