They played in relative silence, save for Kane's occasional commentary on strategy and Cyrus's rare grunt of acknowledgment.
Kane's character died spectacularly three times before he finally mastered the timing on a particularly brutal jump sequence.
"There!" Kane pumped his fist as his avatar collected the final crystal. "Told you I'd get it."
Cyrus had cleared the same level on his first attempt but said nothing.
The credits rolled across the screen, accompanied by triumphant orchestral music that felt oddly fitting for their small victory.
Kane stretched, his shirt riding up slightly as he reached toward the ceiling. "That was fun. I should probably head to bed though—early day tomorrow."
He started to rise from the couch, but Cyrus's hand shot out, fingers wrapping around Kane's wrist.
"Wait."
Kane froze, amber eyes dropping to where Cyrus held him. The grip was firm but careful, as if Cyrus was afraid Kane might bolt.
"I'm hungry."
