The lights were dimmed, but the room didn't disappear.
Arianne had adjusted them herself. One overhead off. The standing lamp near the window turned down. The screen did most of the work now, colors moving across the walls in soft, uneven pulses.
The movie had been Lily's choice. It always was.
She sat in the center of the couch like she owned it. Legs tucked under the blanket she insisted on using even when she didn't need it. The fabric had twisted around her knees from all the squirming, but she didn't notice. Her chin rested just above the edge of the cushion. Her eyes followed everything on screen.
Leo sat beside her. Closer than he had been at the start.
His tablet lay face-down near his thigh. Forgotten. Every so often, his fingers twitched like he might reach for it, but he didn't. His shoulders were forward. He leaned in when something caught him.
The movie was loud. Bright voices. Fast movement. Colors that didn't stay in one place.
