Summary: Bro comes home drunk during a movie, and John thinks he's adorable.
It's movie night at Dave's. You've dragged him into watching Monsters Inc. - you haven't seen it in years, and that new one is coming out, c'mon Dave just watch it - and now you're sprawled over the futon, stuffing popcorn into your mouth and making sad noises over Boo. Dave is wearing ironic footie pajamas, and keeps comparing himself to Boo in hers. You punch his shoulder gently.
Dirk comes in through the front door, cap tipped back and a goofy smirk on his face. You wave at him as he comes over; he's drunk, and you know it.
"Hey Dirk," you say eagerly, and you just know Dave is rolling his eyes.
Dirk flops on the armrest and lays his head in your lap, nuzzling your stomach. "Sup."
Dave makes a gagging noise, and you giggle. You take off his cap and shades, setting them on the messy table, and lean down to kiss his nose.
He settles down in your lap for the rest of movie, distracting you when he kisses you in odd places, or paws you affectionately. You hardly ever get to see him like this, and it warms your heart, knowing that he cares about you so much.
Dave absconds once the movie's over, commenting on how gross you two are, but you just laugh at him. Dirk drags you into his room, but all you do that night is sleep - the moment his head hits the pillow he's out, his arms wrapped around you and his head in your neck. You smile at him, kiss his forehead, and drift into sleep yourself.