Dirk was fully prepared for a confrontation, for accusations, a reckoning.

It was always one of two things, if not both--the first, 'what the fuck were you thinking,' is so old it's on dial-up. The second, 'we just want to help,' newer and worse.

But Steven can literally see the hesitation in Dirk's step as he falters at 'Do you remember that martial arts rom-com from the 1980s.'

His thick brows furrow up over his shades, the rest of his expression unhelpfully static.

"Don't fuck with me."