Today was movie night for Dexter and Saracen, and they sat on either side of the couch with their legs intertwined. They shared a blanket, though Saracen had pulled it onto himself subconsciously, stealing it from Dexter. Not only that, but he had taken the popcorn from the middle where they mutually agreed to share it. Saracen was as infuriating as usual.
Dexter stared at him in disbelief, and Saracen looked over, sensing his burning gaze.
"What?" he blinked, oblivious.
Saracen's inner monologue: [What is he staring at me for? I think I'm supposed to do something.]
Saracen reached over with his non-popcorn-picking hand and patted Dexter on the head, smiling sheepishly.
[That wasn't it. He's still staring.]
Saracen reached over to hug Dexter, but he was stopped. "Saracen," Dexter sighed, "Give me the popcorn."
"Oh. You could have just asked," Saracen shrugged and handed him the popcorn.
"And you're stealing the blanket."
"I'm sorry," Saracen leaned over to kiss him and lay beside him, "Now you have the blanket."Dexter wrapped his arms around Saracen, "Thank you."