"Good." She went back over to her own bed, settling in again to resume watching the movie. The hero got ready to confront the bad guys, sliding his gun straight into the waistband of his jeans, no holster, or anything. Electa's gun was still on the dresser, resting in its holster.

Vexin scooted back to a sit and soon watched as well, but the gun made him pale and he noticed Electa's gun. Now he wasn't comfortable, he seemed to shrink into himself a bit. He could still remember that gun pointed right at him, how sure it had been in the position of being ready to put a bullet or two right into him.

Electa noticed and tried the lighten the mood by laughing and saying, "I guess he must want to shoot something off. It'd be so great if these things were true to life--the next scene would show him at the hospital, like, clutching himself in agony."

It helped a bit, even as he winced. "Oh goodness, b-but that would b-be sad."

"Maybe, but since it's a movie, he'll just be pretending like he's hurt."

When it was finally over, Electa yawned, reaching for the remote. "Good, the world's been saved and the guy's still in one piece somehow. Maybe we should go to bed; it's after midnight."

"Oh...w-well that's better...ish."

By the time it was over, Vex was already asleep. He automatically had rolled onto his side and fallen asleep at his usual curfew. He was on his side and facing Electa, breathing slow and soft and surprisingly his expression was somewhat calm. Sure, a little sad, but he seemed to smile just the slightest. His left hand was still resting over that bracelet on his right wrist.

She was glad that he was asleep. She snapped the TV off, looking down, fiddling with the remote. "You know...it sounds stupid, but this has been a good day," she said. If he had been awake, she wouldn't have admitted any of it, but since he was asleep, she figured why not. "I'm usually in these places on my own. It's sort of nice to have someone to hang out with."

He barely stirred, hand mostly just gripping his bracelet tighter. But that was all, his knuckles going white due to the death grip he had on the metal band.

She noticed and froze, wondering if he was actually asleep. If he wasn't, she might just burst into tears. Actual tears. Not like last time.

He was asleep, the rest of his body was relaxed. Most of the time at least the back is stiff when someone is pretending, he wasn't pretending.