She knew she was in for a treat when a fist punched through the title screen, and the director's name got kicked by a disembodied foot that sent it spinning out of sight. This was going to be amazing...!

Stealing a little glance at Peter out of the corner of her eye, she could tell just by his posture that he was still worn out. She looked at the screen...then back at him.

Making up her mind, she scooted herself closer until his shoulder was propped against hers -- a silent invitation to lean against her if he needed to.