The TV before both of you plays an old school movie.

Denji sits a few feet away on a zabuton, staring at the screen, his mouth hanging open- though, he doesn't realize it. He's thinking to himself- wondering what the hell the woman in the movie you're both watching was thinking when she shot a cop.

You're sitting on your own zabuton, leaning back against the wall- staring at the TV, and watching the movie too.

Denji said he wanted to have a movie night, so, here you both were.