Author's Note: I was given this comment by an anonymous reviewer: "Could you please do one with Peridot and Amethyst both reaching for the tv remote and blushing? And then the awkward attempt at conversation afterward? Sorry its so cliche I just want to see it."

There ain't nothing wrong with cliches, so let's get into this...

reach out

It was all Steven's fault.

A Crying Breakfast Friends marathon: twenty new episodes in a single night. Even Amethyst, who could binge with the best of them, thought such a nuke was excessive, especially for a show as depressing as CBF. But she hadn't had anything better to do, and Steven had been giving her the puppy-dog eyes, so she'd relented and agreed to watch with him.

Peridot hadn't needed any convincing at all. She watched TV with a single-minded determination that was frankly impressive, and was always eager to experience new human media. Her enthusiasm had drained steadily away throughout the night, however, as she sailed through the sea of cartoon tears without catching even a glimpse of understanding.

Steven had been rapt, however, face glued to the TV, and neither of them had had the heart to give up. They'd long since resigned themselves to their fate. Peridot was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chin, no longer attempting to decipher the show, and instead re-writing season five of Camp Pining Hearts in her head. Next to her was Amethyst, who'd slowly slumped into Steven's side, falling into a sleepy stupor.

A bright tune broke out, jerking Peridot and Amethyst into alertness. They sagged when they realised it was just CBF's disconcertingly cheerful ending theme. They were bracing themselves for Steven to launch into a gushing retelling of the episode, but nothing came.

Peridot looked at him sidelong. Amethyst, pressed against his side, listened intently.

…was he asleep?

And if she moved, would he wake up?

Amethyst risked it. Her hand snaked out to grab the remote—

— and grabbed something else instead. Something soft, squishy, and suspiciously hand-shaped.

Amethyst looked, and it was indeed Peridot's hand under hers. Peridot had had the same idea as her, and grabbed the remote just a moment before. Amethyst let go quickly.

"Uh— do you want it?" Peridot stammered, pulling her hand back too.

"No, no, you beat me to it, dude."

"It's your television—"

"It's Steven's, actually, so—"

Steven shifted a little, mumbling something in his sleep. The Gems froze. He didn't wake up. However, the TV did happily inform them that there was an all new Crying Breakfast Friends "about to be served up". Peridot and Amethyst's gazes met. There was no time for this. No time for hesitation.

Amethyst grabbed the remote. "You ever seen a nature documentary, Peri?"

"Does it have any crying in it?" Peridot asked drily.

"No. But it does have a lot of animals eating each other."

"An interesting proposition." Peridot nodded. "Let the 'nature documentary' commence."