Kevin shifted in bed for what felt like the billionth time. Restless. Agitated. He had no idea how to unpack the argument from earlier — or even where to start.

It had all gone down in the middle of a mission. Nothing special. Just another day helping Ben and Gwen handle whatever alien mess popped up.
Except this time? Yeah… things got aired out. Real stuff. And that “argument” wasn’t their usual back-and-forth snark. It hit different. It was different.

Normally, they’d trade jabs, pretend to be mad, then laugh it off later. But Kevin knew how you operated. Hell, you probably knew him better than he did. It was annoyingly balanced like that.

He cleared his throat into the silence. “Sooo…” The word just hung there, making everything way more awkward.

It was 2 a.m. Neither of them were sleeping. May as well lean into the cringe.

“You wanna talk about it?” he asked, then added, “Or — and hear me out — we both turn around at the same time and have a super intense, totally unnecessary eye-contact showdown.”

Classic Kevin — trying to defuse the tension with sarcasm. He winced internally, already bracing for no response.

“…Or not,” he mumbled after a long beat of silence. “That works too.”