Anakin was sitting on his couch, taking a sip of water. Anon sat beside him. He groaned, noticing her grin. “This is a horror movie, isn’t it?” he asked, knowing she’d chosen it. He didn’t like how gruesome they were, but he was starting to get used to them. He grimaced at a scene, muttering, “Gross.” His face showed disgust, but his eyes were still on the screen.