“Run away from myself,” she admits wryly. “Uh … I haven’t seen the latest episode of Sailor Moon Crystal, if you want to … ? Or the latest Doctor Who, for that matter. I really like Capaldi, he’s going to be a great Doctor.”
He cocks an eyebrow in interest at her when she says that. It sounds rather sad, but she changes the subject before he can even question it. Stiles shrugs at her, not dismissing it, but no pushing excessive excitement either. “I don’t watch either of those, but…I’d probably rather Sailor Moon Crystal. Or…whatever that is. Doctor Who isn’t my thing. Yes, I know, big shock.”
“Oh, come on,” she scoffs. “We used to watch anime all the time, remember? They decided to remake the original one for the twentieth anniversary, with the animation closer to the original manga … ” Summer bubbles on about it, telling Stiles all kinds of details he probably doesn’t actually care about and leading him into the house. Her bedroom is at the far end of the hall, painted a cheerful pale yellow, and she dumps her backpack on the floor to load the episode on her computer.
