"We're watching this episode again?", Arthur sighed. "I like this episode"

"You cry every freaking time"
Hamish scowled. "It's sad! She's dead and he doesn't know who she is yet!", he whined, taking a long sip of his tea. "I thought you liked "Silence in the Library' anyway"
"The first two times yeah. Don't you think four's enough?"
"...no"
Arthur smirked, turning his attention back to the screen as the episode resumed. "Count the shadows. Two and you're done". Hamish hummed in response, looking completely focused on the show.

"Oh god you're not crying again, are you?"
"D-donna"
"Yeah, she's gonna be fine"
"But-"
"Fine"

"Midnight?", Arthur asked as Hamish started the next episode with a faint whimper. "Yup". Arthur grinned. "Now this ones good"

"Don't open it"
"Don't open it"
"Oh God"
"Oh god"
"Arthur stop it"
"Arthur stop it"

Arthur had begun to doze off somewhere during the end of "Turn left", eyes blinking quickly to keep awake before he yawned and stretched out on the couch. "Watch it!", Hamish muttered, scooting further away slightly. "Mhm", Arthur mumbled, bringing up his legs slightly to give Hamish more room. "Thank you"

Muttering something softly about three Doctors, Hamish started to yawn. "Gotta finish this episode", he mumbled, closing his eyes for what he intended to be a few minutes before falling asleep

"Are you two still watching telly?", John called, getting up to check on them. "Hamish? Arthur?". He stopped quickly as he saw the two boys lying on the couch asleep as the t.v hummed in the background. "I'll take that as a no", John muttered, switching off the telly before shooting them another glance. Should he wake them up? They were sound asleep, probably best to leave them there...

"What?", Hamish mumbled sleepily, blinking his eyes opening and yawning. Right, he'd fallen asleep on the couch sometime in the middle of an episode. Sighing, he closed his eyes and curled up again.
Hold on.
Why was it warm?
And why was there an arm around his waist?
He yelped, sitting up quickly and accidentally pushing Arthur off the couch. Arthur landed with a soft thud, muttering something under his breathe and sitting up slowly. "What the hell were you doing?!", Hamish squeaked before coughing. "Uh...sleeping? Why'd you push me off?", Arthur mumbled, looking up with a faint scowl. "Y-you were-", Hamish stopped. "I-I was what?", Arthur mimicked the stutter, rubbing his shoulder. "Nothing! Sorry I pushed you off", Hamish muttered. "Oh c'mon Hamish. What did I do?"
"Nothing!"
Arthur smirked, "Cuddled, didn't I?"
"No!"
"I don't see why you're mad or protesting if I was the one who-oh"
"...oh?"
Arthur grinned. "You did too". "I didn't!", Hamish protested. "Well then I don't see why you're so annoyed, in fact you should be used to it by now"