Movie Night V: This Time It's Personal

[unrecovered]

Who: Wash and anyone who wants to join
What: Movie night!
Where: The same lounge movie nights have always been in.
When: Several days after Through the Looking Glass and The Spies Who Sprocked Us
Warnings/Notes: WE'RE FINALLY WATCHING SCREAM Y'ALL

For once, it's been a fairly good week. For once, nobody is dead or dying or severely traumatized. It might actually be a good time to introduce horror movies to people, and for Wash to make good on a months-old promise.

He's finally showing Scream.

The customary snack and drink tables are set up, with a bit more open space now that he's realized people are willing to contribute to them. Chairs and cushions and couches are arranged for easy viewing of the projector screen, with stacks of blankets and pillows within reach. Outside the door is a sign with the movie's title, MPAA rating, and a brief summary, along with a pair of notes added: This movie is meant to be scary, and it IS violent, along with the usual Movie night is neutral territory.

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[agnominal]

"Hn." His eyes fall back to Luna. "She likes to burrow and feel warm. Usually the back of my knees or my elbow. I've been concerned that I might..."

Nightmares are a thing. A thing that probably doesn't have a place here. He hums again, lips tightening.

"Might move in my sleep and hurt her. But so far we have not had an incident."

[unrecovered]

Right. That's always a concern. Wash pauses in scratching Luna's chin to pick his words. "I was worried about that with DC too, but it turns out he's pretty quick. Cats can go from dead asleep to sprinting across the room in a second - I'd imagine Luna's the same way." It's worth worrying about, but not too much.

[agnominal]

Locus gives a thoughtful hum before nodding. "They're fairly self-sufficient animals." So good call picking one out for him, Wash. Just the right measure of adorable and knee-jerk nurture-inducing and able to look out for itself.

Still. Coming back to his room to have her there, ready to leap up on him with nuzzles and purrs is remarkably satisfying. It's certainly made a reduction in the number of times he's wondered about finding the most difficult mission he can throw himself into without looking back.

"I...am glad she is there."

[unrecovered]

Wash hadn't been kidding about I have to feed the cat being a good reason to get out of bed in the morning - he's used it more than once himself, and it has helped. Even if he doesn't know the full extent of Locus' attachment to Luna (though it does include incongruously adorable Spanish sweet-talking, which he still has a hard time believing), he's still pretty sure she's helping him.

Which was the whole point of this, really.

"Then she's doing her job." He gathers Luna up off his shoulder and offers her back to Locus.

[agnominal]

There's a slight tick of relief as he takes her back, letting her settle herself upon his shoulder instead. She stretches, arching her back with a tiny yawn, before settling in to drape herself there as though she belongs.

Locus, meanwhile, studies Wash carefully for a moment. "It is progress." One eyebrow lifts. "You're seeing to your own, I trust?"

He'd given his word, after all. Don't think Locus has forgotten.