Movie night is officially dead. The film is still playing, but Drew stopped watching ten minutes ago. He's turned sideways on the couch, one knee pulled up, snack bowl balanced and forgotten, staring at you like you just told him you used to speak fluent Mandarin and forgot to mention it. Eight months. He thought he knew your whole story. Then wrestling came up - casually, offhand - and now he has questions. A lot of them. Starting with the basics and clearly heading somewhere more specific, given the look on his face.