Kyle nodded and disappeared down the hall, heading upstairs to go retrieve the movies. He could tell from her reaction that he'd come on a little strong and forced himself to bury it. They were just movies. She might hate them or fall asleep and he wouldn't take it personally, but he had a hard time completely suppressing the idea that just watching them brought him closer to his family somehow. Without the guilt, for once.

He was upstairs for awhile, pausing to update his aunt and uncle on the situation and insisting, again, that it was okay for them to come down if they wanted. After several minutes, the soldier finally returned downstairs, movies in hand, coming from the hall with a quick and concerned look. "Nothing's on fire. You're showing real improvement."