his apartment was mostly silent, aside from the soft chatter of a jeopardy rerun echoing through the space and the hum of the air conditioning unit nestled in the corner of the room; something he had, that katy would always insist outweighed any part of her current living situation, despite her distinct lack of rent to pay — and that was privacy — a detail shang-chi was also really appreciative of at the moment, as he slumped back onto the couch, ice pack draped over his forehead, muscles aching as he relaxed into the cushions.

he could hear katy rummaging through the kitchen ( or something of the sort ) and was half tempted to remind her not to finish his oat milk, but ultimately decided against it, too tired to protest.

“uhhh - who is —- ryan reynolds?” quickly but lazily answering the jeopardy prompt, the buzzer went off a moment later, an indication no one competing had actually gotten the answer correct. “the correct answer is - ryan gosling,” alex trebek’s smooth voice remarked with disappointed amusement, and shang-chi shot forward to stare at the television, the action jostling his already throbbing brain around in his skull.