The movie was still playing, but Black was more focused on the weight on his arm. Brendan had fallen asleep about ten minutes ago, and was leaning against him. His hat was askew, and he looked as if he might fall right into Black's lap, if his arm wasn't in the way.
Slowly, so as not to wake his boyfriend, Black moved his arm around Brendan's shoulder. Brendan stirred a little, but stayed fast asleep. After a moment, Black lightly ran his fingers through Brendan's hair.
It was remarkably soft. In Black's experience, Brendan's hair was always soft, but it felt even softer than normal. It felt particularly soothing.
Brendan's eyes flickered open, "Nngh?"
Black whispered, "Go back to sleep, Bren."
"Mmm…" he mumbled, "G'night… love you."
"I love you too."
Black shut his eyes, and his breathing fell into sync with Brendan's. They were both fast asleep in minutes, the only sounds being Brendan's soft snores, and the static of the television.
They were in the same position when Barry found them the next morning.