John/Karkat
Karkat shot a glare over to the other end of the couch as John leaned forward -literally on the edge of his seat- to get a closer look at the TV. His saphire eyes were huge, smile his derpiest yet and hands clutching the knees of his jeans so tightly his fingertips turned red when he released his death-grip. He flopped back with a joyous giggle as, for the fifth time that night, his favorite scene of Con Air played out.
Vantas had insisted they watch troll movies between each and every reshowing of Con Air, to which John had agreed all too happily.
He'd hoped for a bit more conflict, in all honesty.
The conflict, it seemed, filled the rest of the crowded lab; a break-up here, a kissemistic fit there, yet the couch and TV was in an invisible bubble of sorts that kept all others out. Sometimes Karkat thought he could see it ripple as people skimmed too close- then had to remind himself it wasn't really there.
Nothing and no one bothered then when they were like this. It was, unadmittedly, one of the calmest and, dare he think it, most enjoyable time of Karkat's short six-sweep-long life. Con Air came to a hear-warming close, leaving a content, half-lidded John in its passing.
Karkat shoved another movie into the DVD player, not really caring what it was so long as it wasn't Con Air. Anything but that. He practically knew that stupid movie word-for-word at this point; something he was sure John would appreciate.
Not that he cared.
A few hours passed by in the blink of an eye and the unspoken 'bedtime' rolled around. The others, trolls and kids alike, turned in to have a rest before the inevitable conflicts the next 'day' held.
John and Karkat didn't notice in the slightest.
The main heat source in the room had been the numerous bodies in it, leaving it cold and empty once everyone else had gone off to bed. The draw between them was strengthened by the subconcious search for heat and, not long after, they were slumped, shoulder-to-shoulder with Karkat's smaller frame nestled comfortably beside John's.
It was warm and safe, a mutual understanding to not bother understanding, and they remained that way unacknowledged until the movie rolled to a close and numerous credits whizzed past in illegable troll script.
Con Air was next on the list, ready to reappear and play out in the exact same pattern it had every time before. Yet putting it in meant breaking the fragile connection they'd made- something not so easily replaced. If they moved now, they'd be back at either end of the couch in at a moment's notice and that would be that.
Neither budged.
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