It was hard to focus on the movie with Zech’s internal ramblings running through my mind.
He was thinking about Aurelia tucked on the other side of him and how annoying it was that he’d somehow wound up in the middle of us. He was thinking about how stupid the movie was, there wasn’t enough butter on the popcorn, his soda was flat—it was pretty much a lot of complaining and cussing out Cronan for putting him in this situation.
You’d think we were torturing him, not watching a movie.
Aurelia was hugging his arm to her chest which annoyed him, his hand gripping the arm rest, eyes focused forward—until they weren’t. He must’ve realized I was looking at him instead of the screen. It’s partially because I couldn’t focus anyway with so much going on in his mind but also because
