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“You’re an alien, but do you also have…?”
“Yes, Jax, I do have a penis.”
A snicker came from Kai, light and out of nowhere. He felt a stare and turned to his side, where Morro’s poking at him with that specific look.
Unimpressed is what Kai gathered. Morro leaned his head against his knuckles, bored eyes returning to the screen. The red ninja frowned, “You don’t think that’s funny?”
“Would anyone?”
Kai scoffed, his hand sweeping up the remote. “This is like our third movie,” he paused for the timeframe, “and look, we’re thirty minutes in. Longer than the other two.”
The ghost arched an eyebrow, “I didn’t say you had to quit this one.”
Kai doesn’t listen, it’s written all over his face. He shifted out of the blanket and slumped forward to snatch the stack of DVD’s. “You don’t want rom-com or any sort of romance, you don’t want sci-fi and fantasy, which one do you actually want?”
Morro blinked slowly, worn to skim over something near the DVD player. “Whatever you want.”
He can’t help but let out a frustrated grumble. That’s the last answer he wants to hear! “Okay, fine, Jay lent me most of these, so there’s not much that’s up my alley too,” he swipes through each box, “Trree Gump, The Ninjutsu Kid, Star Trip, uh, Marmot Day… Huh. Old stuff, you’d think it’ll fit for someone like you.”
If he’s going to be honest though, he can’t see Morro liking any of these. At this point, he might as well just pull out tapes of their real-time battles and see if anything will spark in those eyes.
Kai said, “Want me to read the blurb for you?”
There were no responses. Kai took a quick glance to see the other hanging his head low, gaze drawn away. Never had pondering looked so opaque.
Noticing, Kai’s grip unconsciously tightened. What’s he thinking?
His lips turned down. Looking away, he handpicked a random movie. “One last movie and if it doesn’t work out, into the kitchen we go.” Kai tossed the box to Morro’s lap - his eyes darted between Kai and the movie. “Switch it into the DVD player.”
Morro stared at Kai, the weight of something going a little lighter. He turned a faint smile. “…Alright,” he then looked down, “what’s this?”
Morro picked up the thrown DVD. His gaze, for some reason, narrowed upon inspection, “’A coming-of-age story about a teenage boy moving in with his single father and half-sister after his mother shortly passed away.’” He pulls away, cringing, “What the hell is this sappy crap?”
“I don’t know,” Kai shrugs as he throws him a grin, “I thought you were okay with whatever I wanted.”
Between the DVD and Kai, he looked. An exhale came out while Morro pulled himself out of the comfort of their blanket, heading to the player. “Sure, whatever you want,” he then sat down, legs crossed.
Kai organized the stack in his hands, settling it down on the floor beside him. “Give me the Protectors of the Cosmos II DVD, I’ll put it back—“ He turns to Morro, “what are you doing?!”
The ghost’s hand was forcibly opening the player, harsh and completely rough with the machine. Kai, in complete horror, threw his hands on his head, “There’s the button on the right corner! The open button!”
Confused, Morro spotted the button and finally, his grip loosened. “Oh,” his finger pressed, then the machine automatically drew the DVD-slot out, slowly. “Ah.”
“Morro, it’s legitimately been a year,” Kai shot, “It’s modern-times now, ghost, brute force is a no-go! I rented that shit, get it together!”
“This is a stupid design,” Morro grumbled, taking out the coming-of-age movie’s DVD, “you all already built people talking and appearing on rectangles. Saw one at Cyrus Borg’s party and I doubt he used this…” he brought it closer to his gaze, “‘dee-vee-dee’ thing.”
“Listen, we ninja may save the world, but it doesn’t mean it’s raining glints and gold here in our ho—” Kai stopped, eyes shot open, “Morro, don’t hold it like that!”
The ghost’s fingertips were holding the bottom part of the DVD—the glossy side, the one side that Jay has endlessly scolded Kai not to even touch—four fledged fingers smearing against the side. Morro glanced at his hold, puzzled, and looked back at Kai.
“Hold the hole,” Kai answered, “you can’t touch that side. Like ever. It’ll damage it, and if it’s damaged, then Jay will get mad, and if Jay gets mad, I have to pay him the damage fee, and if I have to pay the damage fee, then I have to waste my money. On him.”
Morro doesn’t seem as bothered as he is but he does as he is told, quite perfectly. “Then just don’t let him find out,” he inserted the DVD, removing the other one. “Again, this is stupid.”
Kai sighed tiredly. He just hopes the fee won’t blow up in his face.
Once the movie began, the lights dimmed and they scuttled back to the couch. When Kai flapped the blanket, he catches Morro quickly snuggling up beneath the fabric—well, snuggling would be too of a domestic word for someone like him—but strangely, it quite matched.
Kai hides his growing smile. He grabbed the box of popcorn and buried himself underneath the same blanket. “Here’s to hoping we’ll get past the thirty-minute mark.” He nudged it to Morro, who plopped a flake into his mouth, “You really don’t want to try covering these with chocolate?”
“Don’t,” Morro’s answer was instant, his eyes tightening. “Leave it alone.”
Kai crunched and chewed, focusing on the screen before them. He doesn’t register what it’s playing. “Speaking of, I saw some of my sweet cakes stored in the fridge, you know. You didn’t have to lie.”
The ghost rolled his eyes, “It is tasty.” Morro stretched out his arm again to grab another flake, Kai saw and scooted closer to the ghost’s side. “You want me to gobble the whole box in one go? It’s called storing for a reason.”
Morro continued, “I still have the box too, if that somehow feeds your ego.”
He looked away from the movie, staring astonishingly at the ghost. “You kept it?” Kai smiled, “It’s just a box.”
“Take a look into my room if you’re curious.”
His shoulders trembled, out with a small laughter. “You kept the box,” Kai chuckled, unaware of his surroundings—along with the shake, his body brushes against Morro’s side.
When he realized, he swiftly turned away to focus ahead. On the screen, there was a boy curled up in the fetal position on his bed, sobbing to himself. “Shit, we just started, what happened?”
Morro shrugged. “I don’t know.”
The main character, the crying teenage boy, moved in with his father and his half-sister’s house. His mother had passed away and so did his father’s wife. When Kai watched the father and the son, there were long silences, a lot of averts and stares, and often unspoken conversations. When it comes to the dynamic with his half-sister, he doesn’t pay her much attention unless the situation calls for it.
Now, the main character was starting a new day of junior high school as a transfer student. New life, new school.
He doubts it’s been more than thirty minutes, probably fifteen approximately—yet it doesn’t take long for Kai to glance at him, the TV screen feebly lighting up his face, disinterest spotted in Morro’s gaze.
Kai ignores it. Tries to at least. It’s only been fifteen minutes.
“Oh look, new kid,” one of the jocks called out, wearing a derisive smile, “you lost or somethin’? We can help you with that.”
Then, a group of assholes began to band around the boy. He stood still resolutely, “I don’t need help.” In response to that, one of them shoved the boy ahead, aggressively leading him to his class. They were all wearing wolfish-grins, just bad news.
For the first time, Morro spoke out, “What the hell is this?” His expression twisted, “This is so out of nowhere.”
“It’s just jerks being jerks. Watch enough movies like this, and you’ll get used to it,” Kai popped in another flake.
“But why are they doing this to him? He doesn’t even look that remarkable. He didn’t do anything, he just got here.”
“Sometimes, they just want to prey on others to make themselves feel stronger, Morro.” Kai replied, “That’s how bullies are.”
Morro only sighed, shifting to sit upright in his blanket. He doesn’t answer but he looks more let down than confused.
After a few scenes, the jock and his two goons appeared again as the main character grabbed some lunch in the Cafeteria. A banana peel was placed right in his path and not noticing it, he slipped, food flew through the air, and his body landed with a violent thud. Chunks of food defiling his whole hair.
Annoyance flared in Kai’s chest. Those jerks.
But beside him, something happened. Morro laughed.
Huh?
It wasn’t too loud or too mocking, but he still broke out in a humorous, quiet laugh. “What’s so funny?” Kai said, tone light. Infact, he had to make sure he wasn’t dreaming to be hearing this right now.
Morro shook his head, his lips curled up, “You expect me to take this seriously?” He took a piece from the popcorn.
“Well, I do, and—”
Kai’s words were interrupted by another crack of laughter - this time, his sharp teeth gleamed, popcorn mushing on each side.
Kai blinked.
The scene that played out was the main character humiliated by the incident, by everyone’s eyes on him, leading off to him running to the bathroom. The red ninja couldn’t figure out how this tickled Morro’s funny bone.
“You’re such a sadist,” Kai quipped, “look at the poor kid! It’s his first day!”
Morro put a hand over his mouth—the chuckles continued, though it quietened. “It’s very melodramatic and for what?” He munched, “How do you take this seriously?”
The movie paused. Kai did it.
Morro doesn’t look at Kai, eyes lingering on the frozen screen. “No, no,” he frowned with his normal frown as he stood up again - just to clear his throat, dumping back down onto the sofa. His legs moved, body shifting in a more comfortable position than before. “Keep it going. I dare you, Kai.”
Kai’s finger pressed the button and the movie continued. Morro hummed in satisfaction.
There was no helping Kai sneaking another glance at the ghost, even when he had just looked at him. Once he did, there really was no pulling away anymore.
He nestled closer, his lips turning up. Morro leaned a little to hand Kai some space, focus fixated on the main character’s miserable state. For Kai though, the effects of his laughter remained flying around in his stomach.
Well, he doesn’t mind handling more of his bad humor.
Of course, if Morro gets invested in a movie, he’d bully the characters during the run. Stuff like calling the kid variations of dumb for falling head over heels for a girl who was nice to him, not getting the romantic cues from said girl despite his feelings, and many other things Kai can’t bother to recall.
The distance between him and the half-sister was still quite a stranger away, but then, this scene comes on screen.
“You actually like her?” The sister said, eyes wide. “Oh Master. Wow. Okay.” She blew a strand of her bang away from her face, “Well, that’s just… fast. Really fast.”
“She was so nice, and a badass,” the main character said. “She… pays attention to me. Even when she first looked at me.”
The sister stared at him. “Oh.”
Kai snickered again. In contrast with the other, who turned to the red ninja with a stiffened expression.
Complete disbelief. “This is so stupid,” Morro grumbled, “do you just look at a person and fall immediately?”
Kai’s mouth parted open. “Uh…” No use in thinking about what happened at Chen’s island. Closing his eyes, he cleared his throat, ready to sound confident and sway, “well, fine. You keep calling the kid stupid, but what about you, huh?” He leans in slightly, “What it’d take for someone to get you to fall inlove?”
For a second, out of all things, Kai should’ve expected, Morro staggered.
Too blunt, too straightforward, stupid Kai! Stupid Kai! “I’ll… I’ll start first,” he saved himself with a swiftly plastered grin, he hoped it didn’t falter. His gaze averted, “It’s a very simple thing actually. The things that I like. Very simple. You just…”
As he trailed off, his eyes drifted back. Like no matter how much he pulls away, there’s always a magnetic force reeling him back in.
And to what met him at the end was Morro’s gaze. To this point, his mind vanished.
“…You just need to look hot,” The blank in Kai’s head filled. The moment he realized, he immediately added, “And nice.”
Morro doesn’t comment on the first part. “‘Nice,’” the ghost repeated, with an odd look. He focused, returned to the screen on a strange smile, then flashing back at Kai. “Mine’s simple too.”
Morro’s body suddenly lurched towards Kai - his heart leapt to his throat, “It’s people who shut their mouth,” he playfully snatched the remote out of the red ninja’s hands and drew back. “Because now we missed their conversation and have to rewatch the whole thing.”
“Oh. Oh.” Kai looked away, the popcorn tub almost shook to his reaction, at the verge of spilling everywhere. Like it could subside it, he grabbed multiple flakes in one palm and distracted himself by chewing them. “Yeah,” he says, muffled, “fine.”
On the screen, Morro somehow managed to replay the the intended conversation without fucking things up on the remote. He’s getting used to it, that’s good. “And I have to see what’ll make him stupider,” Morro brought his arm down once the scene started playing again, leaning to the armrest beside him.
Kai looked at Morro, tossing a popcorn towards his side. It hit his cheeks, fell lamely to his lap. The ghost looked down, then at Kai weirdly.
“I just felt like doing that to you.”
In response, Morro’s brows furrowed but still ate the discarded food, fixating on the characters. “Still stupid in my eyes.”
The sister stared at the main character. “Oh.”
The boy continued, focus taken away, flashbacks playing before him. “She’s fierce, kind in her own way, beautiful, and…” a fond smile appeared on his lips. The actor’s good, Kai noted. “She helps me with math, we talk alot, and we… Well, I like hanging out with her.”
“Okay,” She took in, nodded softly, “...then you need my help for…?”
“Tips. To y’know,” he shrugged one shoulder up, “impress her.”
Kai oh’ed.
She clearly didn’t expect that, as she blinked in surprise.
The character acknowledged that and continued, fingers entangling with each other. Nervous. “She’s just so out of my league…”
Kai felt a swell of his own rising in embarrassment, his hand covering his eyes. Peeking out between his fingers. Not because he thinks it’s cringe or anything like that—well, yeah, because it’s extremely cringe. It’s cringe because he remembers thinking exactly like this kid.
It was like the writers saw through him, took reference of his insecurities, and put it into this guy. Out of my league, Kai let out a small groan—perfectly sums up his love life.
They kept talking. And as they did, Kai would’ve expected for Morro to come out with another remark by now. He steals another glance as he hides his face, but Morro was leaning all the way to the side - under this dim light, it was difficult to make out his expression.
The sister said, “Well, prom is near,” she looked at him, “why don’t you ask her out to the dance?”
The boy’s eyes glimmered.
To the end of the scene, no comments came out of Morro. And Kai was still stirring in his own bath of bashfulness.
Then there was a montage - short scenes of the main character and the sister planning together, with her preparing him how to ask a girl out rightly and such, even asking him how he wants to do it, to which he wanted it to have something to do with roses. Not too extravagant or anything, but Kai still has no idea about what he’s going to do.
He gave a single rose to the love interest. Turns out, there was a note hidden between the petals. Some kind of puzzle. When she deciphered it, it led her to the place where they first met, with the main character accompanying her, and there stood the sister holding a sign saying: will you go to prom with me?
Kai couldn’t help but find the heart to share a faint laugh. It’s cheesy but—“They’re kinda cute.”
Morro’s head was still tilted to the side, his arm propped on the armrest. Just a short answer of a vague hum.
After the girl said yes, Kai didn’t vividly recall the next few parts. All he really kept in mind was how whenever he said something, Morro either only hummed or gave one-word replies. Maybe he wants to fully focus on the movie he was thrashing on. Maybe he simply wants to watch in peace.
All in all, it made everything worth it. That’s what he told himself.
Before he knew it, the fall had started. Because of course, in every movie, there has to be some fallout before it could end.
The family was arguing in the house. “All I ever wanted was for you to be there for me,” the boy heaved, glaring at his father, “I waited and waited for you to come get me—but nothing. Where were you when I needed you?”
“Jake–”
“Mom died!” The boy snapped, “I was alone and you weren’t there!”
The popcorn tub was already off to the other side now, a third of it still remaining. Left in the cold. Kai stayed in the corner of the couch, with Morro by his side. The blanket over them stretched thin - eyes on the ghost’s fingertips gripping the fabric.
Kai tries to focus on the scene.
At the end of the argument, the main character stormed out of the house, headed off into the lone street at night. The music dramatically went up the notch and as if it wasn’t enough, the sky began to rumble.
The sister ran after him and eventually caught up. Rain started to pour. “Jake, you’re not the only one who lost everything,” she broke, “we all did and– do you think I’m not hurting too? Grieving for my mom, just like you? You’re not the only one who’s in pain. You need to see that.”
“I… I know, but,” the boy shudders, grasping his arms, “I just needed my dad…”
Eventually, they comforted each other. Basked in the warmth of their embrace as the rain streamed all around them.
The boy lifted his head up, “...Can we?” he whispered, “...still be a family…?”
“Of course,” the sister replied instantly.
Morro's hand dug into his temple, his finger starting to tap. By his sharp breath, Kai thought he was about to say something. The red ninja glanced quietly, just for him to stay silent.
He withdrew. Kai did as well.
The scene ended with the dad coming in with an apology, sealing their whole pouring confessions with a tight-tied hug.
Kai reached for the remote, just wanting to see how much time the movie had left—because it feels like a long one. Perhaps too long for Kai’s taste. And then, he was reminded that Morro still had the remote control on his side.
Morro shifted, from bending sideways to sitting upright. Perhaps he wasn’t aware that Kai’s staring at him—(again)—but there, his face was reverted back to his regular look. Numb and frigid, or plainly unreadable.
Kai frowned, retracting his attention to the screen, like it was more bearable for his thoughts. It’s fine, the movie’s almost ending. It’s almost ending.
After helping with his daughter’s prom pictures, the father handed the main character some advice and encouragement, right before he went out to pick the girl up with the lent truck. Kai couldn’t bother to delve in much detail. He doesn’t know when it started but all of his nerves became too self-conscious of the silence between him and Morro. He picked her up, then they ended up at the school dance.
The main character extended a hand out to her, offering her a dance, to which she said yes. Kai swallowed.
The silence stretched and stretched.
And so, they began to dance. Slow and passionate, sparking with youthful love. There’s a glimpse of his sister dancing with her own partner. All of it is very great, the soundtrack’s blasting with sentimental instrumentals, the characters are happy.
They continued to dance. They continued to not say a word. In the peripheries of his vision, he catches Morro’s head still directed toward the screen. Something’s shaped on his mind, but not firm enough on his tongue.
The main character gives a monologue. Kai doesn’t really register - he hears the word love getting mixed in with loss. Something like that.
A final close-up of the joyous main character. Then, it ended.
Credits began to roll out. Names scrolled through the void background, with an old country song playing. Kai’s mind was brought to clarity for a moment, realizing this was the end. Still, as there was nothing more to show, both people stayed with their spot on the couch. Neither making a move.
Kai was the first to speak. “So… what did you think about it?”
A second, then two, nothing. It was more than enough, he’s been through this before. Kai turned to the ghost. “Morro?”
Morro’s back was slumped forward with one leg up, gaze remaining fixed upon the TV. He doubts it was the ending that left him this kind of impression, it was as if he’s dwelling on something.
The TV screen lit the ghost’s face dimly, mournful.
He turned to Kai. When he did, Morro doesn’t look at him. Not quite. “Kai,” he called, “I…”
His strained chest eases a little, but still held back and tightened. Kai sat there and waited.
Morro’s head hung low, his glance then swept upwards, meeting Kai’s. He must’ve spotted something because then, the other seemed to stand on a decision and headed towards Kai, rising over him.
His cold hand reached out, steady - maybe slow, but stayed in the air.
“…Do you wanna dance?”
Kai failed to catch on his breath. He blinked at Morro.
The words didn’t make any sense at first. He knew what he heard, but there was no comprehending it. All this time, he was certain. Completely certain that he’d ruled Kai out.
He realizes Morro’s staring, he realizes Morro’s waiting. And, he realizes, Morro’s hand was shaking a bit.
He was asking for something more than a dance.
“…Me?” Kai blurted out, light and surprised, “Really?”
When Morro caught onto that, his tensed shoulders eased down. Like Kai's words were a relief point. He cocked his head, a knowing smile on his lips, “Are you stupid?”
Kai blinked again. Then, he broke out in a wide grin, immediately taking the ghost’s hand. Once he did, Morro pulled him up to his feet so instantly without warning that Kai nearly stumbled into him.
Kai catches himself in a snap, hands on Morro’s shoulders as he chuckles. “You sure are eager,” the red ninja said, head up towards the other, “I’ve been wanting to do this.”
“Have you?” Morro’s face was close, so close he could point out each crinkle of that smile. One of his palms connected with a cold one, as his other hand slid down to Kai’s waist.
Kai’s hand glided across the curve of Morro’s shoulder. He looked down to see that their feet were all over the place. “Do you even know how to dance?”
Morro dismissed with, “I’ll learn as I go.”
Kai only shook his head softly, wearing a humorous smile. “I’ll teach you,” he glanced up, “c’mon. Follow the song. Slow steps.”
As they began to move, the flutters in his heart felt as if it sprouted. Morro's eyes constantly flicked between Kai's feet and Kai himself—awkward, a second too late at first, but he gladly led him along.
“You’re getting the hang of it,” Kai noted, to which something softened in Morro’s gaze. He put on a teasing look, “Never mind, still sloppy.”
“Sloppy or not, this looks ridiculous,” Morro replied yet he never intended to stop. He was still gripping Kai’s hand like a vault, didn’t loosen a bit.
“Yeah, sure.”
With every soft thud of their steps, it felt as if every bit of the weight on Kai’s shoulders were diminishing. Just for this moment. Heavy was up in the clouds.
There isn’t a second his eyes left Morro. He even felt the ghost’s feet stubbing on his—for a flash—but Kai didn’t mind. Morro paced along with his feet.
“Wanna do the twirl?” Kai suggested, teeth gleaming.
“Are you sure?” Morro shot up an eyebrow, the background blurring in Kai’s eyes. “You’d be my first experiment.”
“Just a twirl,” Kai said, “you lift your hand and let me twirl.”
Amusement sparked in Morro’s gaze. “You really want this twirl, huh?” He tempted. “Alright.”
Before Kai knew it or before he could even give out the proper steps for it, Morro raised their joined hands and spun. The red ninja was forced to follow the pull, accidentally stumbled when Morro's feet stepped on his, falling over.
Kai let out a yelp before his back hit something soft, which was conveniently the couch, then he let out another grunt when a whole load of weight toppled over him.
He couldn’t help but—“Why did you twirl me like that?” Kai bursted in laughter, every inch of his body trembling with heart. There was Morro, who landed on his chest. “You’re supposed to lift your hand and let me do the twirl. What, you think I'm just a pinwheel to blow?”
The ghost slowly picked himself up, glancing down at him with a frown. Not the serious kind. “I thought you’d be good at spinning, you’ve got a whole title for it.”
Hell with self-restraint. Kai let out a laugh that sent ache down to his stomach, his eyes creasing, “You keep calling others stupid. And then, there are high school kids who dance better than you.”
“Us, you mean,” Morro’s head swayed to the side, a curve on his lips, “don’t leave yourself out of this.”
Lightness gleamed between them, his weight on Kai’s chest feeling no greater than a dream. Yet, he’s here. “Yeah,” Kai murmured, “us.”
They stayed like this for a few moments, letting the silence fill in. It fit right this time.
Morro stared down at Kai. A pair of green boring its color into his, and the red ninja kept his gaze up on the ghost. His stretched smile slowly thins, a sudden spike in his heartbeat.
As his eyes lingered, something flashes through that cold face. No, not a flash, it accumulated, then melted throughout his sharp features. Kai tried to seize his own breath.
But before Kai could quite catch it, before Morro moved, his gaze wavered. A flutter of hesitation. Maybe doubt. If it wasn’t for Kai learning his small habits and quirks, he might’ve never noticed how Morro’s hands, the ones on Kai’s side, strained itself.
Is this…?
Morro leaned in, eyes closed.
Kai’s squeezed shut.
He can already feel his lips pressing against the other’s, his gasp apprehended into his mouth. Kai waits—but—it never came.
Something was off, his mind ticked. Kai squinted his eyes open, just to see Morro stopping right there. The red ninja’s face puzzled.
The ghost’s lips were suddenly sealed tight, a trigger that began to spread through his expression, resembling dread.
Kai's breath brushed Morro's cheek. "...You okay?"
Morro's head turned away as he began to retract. Extending the distance between them. Kai's stomach sunk.
His hand lightly touched Kai's shoulder, but by the time he realized, Morro was already off. He backed away. So quickly and swiftly that Kai froze there for a moment, trying to grasp what happened and what’s happening.
Morro was suddenly still. “I shouldn't, not after...” A mumble, but Kai thought he heard Lloyd. He locked eyes with Kai, his fingers twitched, like about to reach out, then—nothing. "I can't."
He tried to reach out, “Morro—“
“It’s the movie. It’s that damn movie that made me…” Morro’s wide eyes darted toward the TV screen - then, his face slowly twisted. A scowl crippling.
"Morro, what's wrong?" Kai tries, again, "You know you can just tell me."
"You need to stop doing this," Morro's voice shook, tumbling backwards, “Give yourself some space, Kai.”
Before Kai could even process any of this, the ghost already turned on his feet. He turns the knob and opened the door, quickly leaving Kai’s room. The door shut.
All Kai did was watch as he did. He should go after him.
But Kai stayed rigid, lying on the entangled blanket. The ghost left on a scurry of footsteps, not even leaving behind a speck of dust. The song was still playing from the movie.
The words he gave struck - like a declaration of abandonment. The way Morro's footsteps faded didn't help with the slow anguish crushing him.
Kai's room suddenly became cold. Cruel to the light moments they had, brutal to the laughs they shared, and when he caught the sight of the DVD player, it stung.
Kai sat there.
Trying to pretend everything was fine, just to watch a movie, blew up in Kai’s face.