She turned back. He was watching her with that particular attention he gave things he was working out.
"The episode was great," she said.
"That's not what I asked."
"It really was though. The mimic sequence in the middle—"
"Soorin."
She looked at him properly. At small careful line of his expression, the way he was giving her room while also making it very clear he was not going to pretend he hadn't noticed anything tonight.
"I'm okay," she said. "I'll explain later. Not here."
He held her gaze for a moment. Then nodded, once. He would let her have later.
"The episode was good," he agreed, quietly.
"Jisoo's going to talk about it for three days."
"Minimum."
From two rows ahead, right on cue, Jisoo turned around in his seat with the expression of someone who had approximately forty things to say and had been physically restraining himself from saying them for the last forty-three minutes.
"OKAY," he said, at a volume that was not indoor-voice.
