Xenos’s point of view.
I watch the movie and keep my head straight, but I can’t help looking at him from the corner of my eye.
“He’s so damn close, Apollo… too close.”
“Count the popcorn or something.” That’s his advice? Really?
“Who in the name of God made you a God? Really? Who was it? And was he, or she, on drugs? Drunk? Suffered from dementia? I just can’t... Oh, God....” I sigh in defeat, and Apollo laughs. But really now, count the popcorn?
Silas catches my attention with a soft laugh, and the urge to hold him, cuddle him, kiss him, and become one with him grows stronger with each passing second.
I realize that my grip on the bowl is tightening, but I loosen it because it might break if I squeeze it just a little tighter.
Very fast, but also slowly, the movie is about to end,
