[A little booze, good company, and terribad movies. It should be the perfect recipe for a swell night in, but it's still morning edging to afternoon yet, and the drinking is to temper moods. That's his fault. His fault for touching when he shouldn't have touched. Should have just ignored it, though it seems impossible now to ignore the hollow space in his chest.

Still. It's a distraction. One he's eager to take. Even if every once in a while, his gaze is far and away. Carolina helps. The longer the movie goes on, the more he gets into the idea of movie morning, gives as good as he gets, though between them they are still demure and muted.

At least there's still a smile, however small, on his face by the end.] Truly a work of art in being terrible. I think with more drink and a few more friends, it could be a very rousing night of entertainment. Certainly has made the day better already, though.