He tried his best, he really did but in the end there was no contest. I never met a person that could stand to watch a movie or t.v. with me. He did and seemed to have fun with it. He started with the easy ones. I mean really the 'brat pack'? We are talking my sweet spot. Then he got cocky with some classics, but really, my Nana was a Grace Kelly freak. So in the finally moments before he drifted off I had to make a Rat pack to Brat pack joke or two. Then he fell asleep with a smile on his face.

I watched for a good long time. I watched and put to memory every detail. My mind is a strange thing, I can remember a lot of facts, a shit ton of moments, but very few facial expressions or moods. With him I remember all the big ones. Hell not even the big ones just all of them. For some reason as far back as I can go I remember what his face has always looked like. If I wanted to I could run a slide show of them all. I choose to just remember this one. The time I watched him smiling in his sleep because of me. I put that smile there.

Before I know it the sun is making the sky a peaceful blue. The storms have passed and the birds are waking up. I didn't sleep a wink but feel like I have been on a vacation. His not so quiet snore has me holding back a laugh as I get off my numb ass. He is at an awkward angle and I wish I was physically able to change that, but I'm not so I just do my best to help some and cover him with the same blanket I woke up with. Turns out that did the trick. As I lay the blanket across his chest he clutches it to his chin. There is a smile and he slides down into a less painful looking position.

I dare it just because it may be my only shot at it, I run my fingers gently through his curls. I wait for him to move or anything but he doesn't so I dare further and lay my lips to his temple. A simple soft kiss. As I back away I wait for anything but still out.

Letting myself out the door quietly I say the only thing that needs to be said.

"Thank you."