"Des yeux qui font baisser les miens, unrire qui se perd sur sa bouche -
Voilà le portrait sans retouche de l'homme auquel j'appartiens."

Kamio grinned madly at himself as he stared straight ahead at the screen. Shinji had given him an odd look when he suggested watching Jeux D'enfants, but he was sure that his knowledge of cultures and appreciation of foreign languages had raised him a step or two higher in Shinji's estimation. As far as dating went, this was what couples did, wasn't it? Although he didn't think Shinji fully grasped the point though, when he just gave Kamio a patient look, and asked him why on earth he would want to remove a perfectly comfortable armrest and substitute it for a possible elbow and/or arm in his ribs.

Nevertheless, Kamio gave himself a pat on the back for his obsessive dedication in watching Shinji instead of the movie. His fingers were politely dangled over to his side of the chair, long, pianist fingers that only lacked a keyboard to perform their magic. And the movie didn't seem all that exciting anyway, something about 2 children who liked to dare each other a lot. Then, he stopped thinking about Shinji's slender fingers when he glanced at the screen and saw the lead actress wearing a bra OUTSIDE of her clothes. What kind of sick show did he sign them up for?

And Shinji's eyes were glued to the screen.

Damn it! He mentally kicked himself in the ass. Even though his best friend hadn't showed any inclination toward the other sex thus far, didn't mean that he was completely impervious to their charms. Why, why, why hadn't he read the plot synopsis? He had assumed that it was French, and therefore likely to be in black and white, involve a lot of still shots and have tons of cryptic dialogue that no one understood. In his planned scenarios, he had always wound up cuddling a sleeping Shinji, or whispering to him how boring the film was, or telling him how he'd like to make this a permanent thing between them, and not focusing his attention on this strange…absurd… somewhat exciting…

Kamio cringed when the show came to its climax, and the man collapsed in the rain.

A quick glance at Shinji saw him sitting up stiffly in his seat, his expression stricken as his fingers curled deeply into the plush edge of the arm rest. He didn't look as bored as Kamio had hoped, but the blank expression on his face was rather disturbing. When the two lovers were slowly buried alive onscreen, Kamio gaped openly when he noticed the tears that coursed down the side of Shinji's face, before thanking god profusely that it was dark in the cinema and Shinji hadn't noticed him staring.

Shinji sniffled a little, and Kamio reached out instinctively for his hand, pretending not to notice when Shinji glanced at him.

Screw it, those confessions could wait.


END CHAPTER

A/N: I suck at comedy. Please don't kill me. TT

The lyrics were from the classic La Vie en Rose as featured in the movie, and Kamio was probably a little more romantic than he knew. XD

"Eyes that gaze into mine, a smile that is lost on his lips -
That is the unretouched portrait of the man to whom I belong."