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Movie Night VII: The Spinoff

Who| Wash and anyone who cares to join
What| Movie Night!
Where| The usual lounge
When| After Resistance Is Futile/An Eye For an Eye and the subsequent food fight
Warnings/Notes| None?

There's something to be said for a return to normality, though they're not really there yet. The food fight was a good way to decompress; now it's time to trot out the usual tradition of snacks and old cinema.

Chairs are arranged, blankets laid out, and the usual line of tables is piled high with standard movie snacks and drinks, though they're far less carefully arranged than usual. There are blank tables next to the spread, for those who wish to bring snacks to share. The usual poster is outside the door, with a summary of the movie, its MPAA rating, and the customary Movie night is neutral territory note. New this time is a handwritten note next to the summary that reads It's parody. It's supposed to be weird.

The movie tonight is Monty Python and the Holy Grail.

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Without a moment's thought or worry (they talked about this for the most part and York is ready for the inevitability of Wash being a smug fuck), he sidles over much as he had during the last movie night and settles in Locus' lap. "Hey babe."

He leans up, kisses Locus' cheek, and settles in. After a moment or two of this he'll slide down to snug up against his side instead of, well, on him but right now? He wants his boyfriend couch, please and thank you.

Instead of the bewildered expression he'd gotten the last time, Taylor merely gets a sigh of resignation. This isn't precisely how he would have wanted things to go, but...

He's happy. That's important, right?

He still gets a look at the 'babe' comment before shaking his head, easing back slightly into the couch to give him a more comfortable perch.

Right, that's a 'no' on babe in public. Noted. He nuzzles the underside of Locus' jaw before offering him a slice of apple from his plate, content with both his perch and reminding himself that he's allowed this, they get to be like this, and no amount of 'I told you sos' from Wash is gonna spoil it.

Pet names in public are a no. Pet names in private are barely a 'maybe'. Apples are acceptable, on the other hand. Locus takes the offering with a grunt, munching on it quietly.

"Have you seen this film before?"

"I may have memorized most of it with my parents when I was younger." His nerdy, nerdy parents. "Have you?"

The idea of Locus taking the time to sit down and watch any kind of film (considering his initial discomfit the first time one of these happened) is difficult to hold onto. But now? It's kidna date night and he's cool with that.

"No. I've heard it quoted from time to time and told that this is what it was from, but I've yet to see the film in its entirety. I was warned the ending was somewhat...abrupt."

He's adjusted his expectations accordingly. Another bite of apple is taken.

"Yeah, no kidding. Some argue that's the point and the rest argue they ran out of time or money." He himself has no real opinion- he just enjoys the hell out of it up till that part. The ending's never the best part of a movie anyway.

"You enjoy it, then?"

One eyebrow raises slightly. Obviously he wouldn't be here for a movie he hated, but he's curious. Their tastes do tend to differ, in certain regards.

Himself? He'll stay for the movie regardless of the quality. It's time spent together, and among their friends. A bad movie would be worth that regardless.

"It's funny and pretty sentimental for me. Some of the guys-" His guys from when he was Sgt. Murray "And I would quote bits of it during downtime. Not a lot of room or time for a full watch of any movie on the front."

Something he shared with his family, with his friends-

And now with Locus. "I think you'll like some of it."

"Mm."

A moment, and then...

"Are you planning to sit there for the entire film?"

Not a complaint, per se. Curiosity more than anything.

"Exploring boundaries." A beat. "If you'd rather I didn't I'm good with leaning against you."

Another, longer beat.

"Unless you want space." Cuz he can do that, give Locus space.

"No, it's fine."

They've spent movie nights leaning together before. This wouldn't be so different from that. Except the obvious part where York had kissed him. But that had happened before as well.

Nothing to grasp onto there, really. Just this mild discomfort every time he feels a set of eyes on them.

Speaking of sets of eyes, Wash has budged from his position on another couch to go refill his snack plate. York settled on Locus' lap is definitely deja vu, but...well, Locus looks comfortable, even content. Same with York.

Huh.

Looks like he and Chief weren't the only ones who'd worked things out.

"Took you long enough," he says, before returning to his place on the couch.

...Better than he'd hoped for, but it doesn't stop York from flipping Wash the bird as he slides off of Locus' lap to curl against his side. Yeah, yeah, he got his shit together and they're doing the thing. Huzzah. "Have another apple Mocha-Bear."

Okay maybe he's poking a little here because of Wash but he does wanna find some kind of endearment that Locus accepts.

Very understated. Wash still gets a mild glare to his retreating back, before Locus shakes his head and takes another piece of apple.

"'Mocha-Bear'?"

His lips twist in displeasure. That one better not stick.

"...Inside joke, won't happen again." that's definitely a no. If Babe was a no? That was a hell no. And he's not one that tries to make shit uncomfortable. "I don't think I can get away with calling you 'baby' like. Ever."

"You could call me 'Locus'." Stated as though it were some brand new concept he'd yet to consider, even as the flatness of his tone gave it that familiar shade of sarcasm.

The need to give things nicknames is not an unfamiliar impulse in his companions, but this is quickly turning absurd.

"I do already. This is...finding something that I only get to call you." He shrugs, tipping his head against Locus' shoulder. "It's just stupid couple shit, I guess."

In reaching for normalcy he does get a little ridiculous. Names work, don't they? They do.

"Ah."

Well. If York says that it's 'couple shit', then maybe it's just one of those things he has to learn to accept. All things uncomfortable are not necessarily bad.

There's still a considerable pause. "Does it have to be embarrassing?"

"It's not meant to be." A beat. "Usually. I've had some exes that delighted in making me squirm."

Not quite like Locus did but they're gonna glance right over that in favor of him snagging a bite of popcorn. "You don't have to come up with something for me. It's cool."

"Names are not something that come easily to me. You don't want to know how long it took to name Luna," he replies with a faint huff of breath, the corner of his mouth ticking upwards ever so slightly.

Something only York could call him.

...nope. Coming up blank.

"As long as it's not a variant of 'Sweetcheeks' or 'honey-dick', I'm good." That probably bears some explanation. "College exes weren't the most creative- or at least they were creative in weird ways."

"The furthest possibilities in my mind."

He's never been that crass, for one thing. Never that sentimental, for another. Some variety of the two seems to be the common theme in most he's heard, or else something diminutive in some way. None seem to suit, as he thinks of them.

"I suppose if that is the worst we have to worry about..."

"Mundane couple shit." He lifts his hands to wiggle his finger in a vague 'tah-dah' gesture. "Kinda nice after trying to figure out how to save the world, yeah?"

The details of their evolving relationship; the shit they figure out together to get comfortable. "Novio? Amoro."

"Less stressful."

Less to worry about than shooting at their friends or zombie hordes, or nightmares of dead partners, or any number of things they'd already encountered. A struggle without being any real hardship.

"Hn. Better, perhaps."

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