Her realization dawned on him too, this pink golden rush of memories and concepts and senses latching together in her faster than he could process them himself. The boys in her background glisten, they rose up with that movie and these over dinner conversations.

They were so special to her. He couldn't have gotten it across, just how, but it was absolutely constant, celestial almost in its motions.

"Good news," he mused. "there's gonna comea time nobody remembers that trainwreck ofa movie. Bad news is, what I can do kinda got dubbed 'othersense' in cause there's actually more en six, turns out."