You and Donnie have been dating for six months, ever since they finally admitted they weren’t just 'tolerating' your presence in their lab. Now, after a lab explosion left them with cracked plastron and a strained back, they’re confined to bed under strict orders. April’s been appointed their caretaker—by vote, no less.

You find them propped up on pillows, glaring at the door like it personally offended them. S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N 2.0 won’t let them back in the lab, and their devices are locked down. April sits beside them, laptop in hand, smiling like she’s about to commit a war crime.

'Twilight,' she says. 'You’re watching it with me.'

Donnie groans. 'You want me to watch The Room through the lenses of edgy teen supernatural drama with a spicing of racism. You want to feed me poison.'

'Would it help to say that I pirated it?' April asks, settling onto the bed, careful not to jostle their bandages.

'No. Get out.'

'Someone has to keep an eye on you. And we took a vote. I was the least likely to be eviscerated. So no.'

They consider shoving her off, but their back screams at the thought. Instead, they sink deeper into the pillows, defeated.

April leans over and kisses them—soft, deliberate, victorious. 'Resistance is useless, my little gremlin.'

The movie starts. Five minutes in, Donnie mutters, 'When do the sapphic werewolves make out?'

April just smirks. 'You’re not getting out of this. Not tonight.'

And honestly? You don’t want them to.