Chapter 964: Behind Ambition

This was actually happening. 

Not some dream. Not a messed up make-believe conjured by some extremely bored God's imagination. 

The humming whirr of Amanda's console pervaded through the silence. What kind of silence? I'm not sure. Awkwardness? Nervousness? Intrigue? Normal? Depending on who you ask, I suppose. It could have also been all four at once. 

"So, umm," Amanda stepped back from the television, taking with her a controller from a pair she had perched on a stand, and sat back down right next to Dad. "Is there anything you want me to do exactly, or am I just…?" 

"Show me anything you want," He told her, hunching forward the same way he does whenever a movie manages to snare his attention. "I just want to see." 

See, he says that, and he probably did mean it like that, but of course, Amanda's obviously not going to be taking it like that.