He had hooked a Raspberry Pi up to the television and was staring moodily at several open terminal windows.
"Sorry honey," he said. "Want to help me debug my Python code? It'll take your mind off it."
"....Okay," I said.
An hour and a half and some successfully sorted code later, we retired jubilantly to bed.
Where we spent an additional half-hour catching Pokémon and comparing Pokédexes.*
We totally win at romance. But the question is, which of these things is MOST romantic?
It is most romantic to XXX in bed, where XXX ==
* Both of us have Pokéstops at our workplaces. Mine is the bust of Huxley (Thomas Henry, not Aldous) in the lobby of my building, and his is a plaque out on the quad. London and Birmingham campuses seem to produce favourable conditions for orthogonal sets of Pokémon, so we had much Pokédex envy to express.