[ when she lets go and leaves, he sinks into the couch, his hands in his lap as he watches her. he thinks nothing of it, even though he flexes his fingers and does nothing more. there's nothing else for him to do but wait, and so he does. but he isn't so sure of the options, if there's stuff on this netflix that are like the unity day video they'd watched over and over, or like the football games he'd been able to watch once or twice because mom befriended the right type of guard. ]
[ he shrugs his shoulders, a little overwhelmed by the options. there's a lot of titles he doesn't recognise, and so, he finds himself not interested in watching a movie he doesn't even know. if all of them was a rational response, it's what would be slipping from his mouth instead of: ] Uh. Your favourite, I guess.
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[ he shrugs his shoulders, a little overwhelmed by the options. there's a lot of titles he doesn't recognise, and so, he finds himself not interested in watching a movie he doesn't even know. if all of them was a rational response, it's what would be slipping from his mouth instead of: ] Uh. Your favourite, I guess.
[ her taste hasn't let him down yet. ]