HANZO FLASHBACK
The distant rumble of thunder echoes ominously, and the overhead lights flicker and die, plunging Hanzo into an abyss of darkness. Ignoring the storm's ferocious roar outside, he clicks on a flashlight and allows himself to sink into the comfort of the mattress, a comic book perched in his lap. The light from the flashlight shines onto the yellowed pages, illuminating each word.
"I don't understand why I'm relegated to the floor," Jasper complains, discarding the covers. "The bed is sufficiently large for both of us."
Hanzo responds without lifting his gaze from the comic book. "Firstly, I never extended an invitation for you to sleep over. And secondly, you're not sharing the bed."
Jasper retorts as if Hanzo cares about his opinion. "Yeah, well, my mom guilt-tripped me
