holy

“Oh, that makes sense.” He goes to use the remote, then stops and looks at Anthony. “Wait, you weren’t watching this were you?”

Anthony shakes his head and fixes a seat cushion so he can sit on it.

He flinches back as the remote sails over to the couch he just got done checking. “Uh, no?” He grabs the remote and sits down. “How long has this been near you?”

“A while. I didn’t know what you were looking for when I sat over here because you were messing with the couch.” He stands and steps out of the shadow.

Alex is overturning couch cushions, and in the background a reality TV show plays. “Hey… Hey, Tone” he says loud enough for his roommate to hear, even if he isn’t in the room. “Have you seen the remote?”

Anthony picks up the remote from the floor near him and tosses it onto the couch. The object seemingly flies out of nowhere because Anthony is sitting on the floor in a particularly dark part of the living room. He doesn't remember picking such a dark spot, but the shadows like to cling to him. "You didn't see it over here?" he teases a little with his voice.