A/N: Summary is James Taylor.
They started out with her curled up on one side of the couch, and him sitting in the middle. By the end of the movie, she was leaning against him, nearly asleep. His arm was around her, his hand resting on her arm. He looked down at her, wondering why she put herself through this. Why she made herself keep going, no matter how many times the Job picked her up and threw her. Because it always ended up like this. Him coming over with some movie or other and her eventually falling asleep while leaning against him.
He reached for the remote with his left hand, then stopped the DVD and shut off the TV. She moaned a bit in her sleep as he leaned over to grab the blanket that was nearby. Throwing it over her, he edged back a bit, so that he was leaning against the other arm of the couch. Slowly, he inched her closer to him, making sure not to wake her.
Smiling, he looked down at her still sleeping form. Friends, he reminded himself. That's all.
But he could live with that.