“Do you ever regret it?” Shang-Chi asks, leaning his head back to stare at the sky. It’s an annoyingly beautiful day to catch up with you: his ex, the one that got away. “I think about what we could’ve been.”

He can’t even remember why the two of you broke up. Probably because of some petty argument. You’d stormed out, the very same way you’d unceremoniously dropped into his life, and that was it. Now you’re sitting beside him on a park bench and the sky’s far too blue.

It’s laughable.