Jiang catches Proko's fingers before they slip inside. He listens, just inside the door. He's used to sneaking into his own house, the noises that parents make when they don't know their kids were around.

The house is silent. He makes a bee line, with Proko, toward where the in-home theater is. It's sound-proofed to the rest of the house. They can get away with a lot without anyone knowing they were ever there.

The theater's dark, quiet. Jiang kisses Proko as they shut the door behind them.