Alone for a moment, Jiang and Kavinsky are quiet. Jiang watches him from across the theater. "How long were you watching?" he asks, terrified of the answer. He hadn't meant for this to happen. It felt like a betrayal of trust to Proko, to have put him in this position.

Kavinsky shrugs. "Long enough that neither of you noticed me coming in." Then, he pins Jiang with a sharp, dark stare. "How long have you two been doin' it?"

"Almost a year," Jiang answers truthfully. Kavinsky's eyes flash, but he doesn't get a chance to say anything. Proko's back, headed straight for Jiang. Jiang catches him by a belt loop and hauls him in to give him a slow, hungry kiss.