Summary: Bro and John watch Ghost Rider 2 - Bro slips up.
John is practically bouncing on the couch, legs crossed and an eager grin on his face. Excitement is radiating off him, despite how many times you're sure he's seen this movie.
You think it's really adorable.
Ghost Rider Two is the movie he chose to watch while Dave was out with his boyfriend - what was his name? Cat-something? You have no clue. You've never met the kid. But it gave you an excuse to steal John, even if this wasn't exactly what you had in mind.
You don't really pay attention to the movie. Instead, you watch John - his exaggerated movements and reactions, his noises and facial expression: he's a show all on his own. He doesn't even notice, except for when he occasionally turns to you to gasp and gush over a scene. You nod along, complacent.
When the movie's over, John flops onto your chest. "That was so cool, right?" he asks happily. You chuckle.
"Sure, kid." You give him a kiss on his nose, and he giggles.
You start kissing him properly, making him wiggle in your lap, when Dave walks in arguing with a very loud boy.
"I can't believe you didn't like that! It's movie gold!"
"It wasn't even ironically good, Kar, that was just awful."
"Says the fucker who makes the shittiest comic to ever exist in the entire fucking planet."
You groan. "Way to cockblock, Dave."
The kid he's with jumps an John clambers over you to sit up and wave. "Hey Karkat! Long time no see!"
"Shut up, Egbert."
He pouts, and you tug him back down. "Don't worry kid, I love you."
He freezes, and the weight of what you just said crashes down on you.
Shit.