Hook stares down at the notification on Orange's phone. "You know," he says slowly, "we, uh. We don't have to do this whole New Years thing. You have an early flight and everything, you can just go to bed."
"Huh?" Orange blinks, looking up at him. "Oh. No, it's ok. I told you we would do something for New Years, and we're doing it. Even if we can't really go out and explore New York like I originally suggested."
Hook smiles a little, then shrugs. "I don't want you tired for your match tomorrow."
Orange's eyes soften. "I'll be ok," he promises, reaching out for Hook. "Come here."
Hook settles on the couch next to Orange, laying his head on his shoulder. "This is nice," he mumbles, staring at the TV.
"I thought so," Orange says, running his fingers through Hook's hair. "We can watch TV for a few hours, eat an obnoxious amount of food until midnight, then go to bed."
"Alright," Hook agrees. "Sounds like a plan."
Orange smiles. "C'mon, let's get some food, and then we'll find something to watch."
"Ugh, I was getting comfortable," Hook grouses, but when Orange shifts to stand, he obliges, the two of them wandering into the kitchen. "I think we still have some leftover meatballs from yesterday. Unless you ate them." He playfully nudges Orange as he peers into the fridge. "Could reheat them and make subs?"
"Yeah, I think we still have some of the marinara sauce your mom gave us," Orange says, turning to check the cupboard. "And those sub rolls you like."
Hook nods, pulling out a bag of cheese. "Yep, all of the important food groups, right here," he teases as they set things up on the counter, beginning to put the sandwiches together. "Here, you're better at cutting them than I am. I'll get the sodas." Hook holds out a knife towards him.
"Charmer," Orange mumbles, obligingly taking the knife and starting to slice the subs once they're toasted and putting them on plates. He pulls a bag of doritos from the cupboard and pours a generous amount of chips over the plates, turning to follow Hook into the living room.
"I think we still have some of those orange candy slices from Joe, if we want some dessert later." Hook smiles innocently as Orange rolls his eyes at him.
"Of course we do," he grumbles, scanning through the menu before selecting a movie at random and turning it on.
Hook blinks at the screen, then looks over at him. "Bullet Train? Are you kidding me?"
"Nope," Orange says, taking a big bite of his sub. "It's funny."
"Oh god," Hook sighs, dropping his head back against the couch. "I get to pick the next one."
"Of course," Orange says, shrugging. "Isn't that how we always do it?"
"It's how we're supposed to do it," Hook huffs.
"Are you saying I double up on my turn?"
"Sometimes." Hook pouts as he chews on his sub.
"Aw, poor baby," Orange says, leaning in and kissing him. "I'll make sure you choose the next one, alright?"
"Ok," he huffs, chasing Orange for another kiss.
Orange obliges for a few moments, but then pulls away, smirking at Hook. "You're not going to get out of watching Bullet Train that easily," he teases.
Hook rolls his eyes but turns his attention back onto his sub as the movie starts. The ridiculous fight scenes and colorful settings do pass the time, although Hook only partially pays attention to the movie as Rocco climbs up onto the couch with his gingerbread man and nuzzles against Hook's hand. "Hey, little guy," Hook murmurs, pulling him up into his lap. "You gonna be alright during the fireworks tonight?"
Rocco makes a muffled noise, and Hook chuckles, resting his chin on Rocco's head as he watches a gunfight on TV. "It's ok. We'll be here for you. You're safe. I promise."
Rocco lifts his head, inadvertently bopping Hook with the gingerbread man and Hook huffs out a laugh, playfully tugging at it, Rocco's eyes widening as he holds onto it with his teeth. They playfully fight over the plushie for awhile, Orange's gaze flickering back and forth between the TV and the two next to him, his eyes soft.
Eventually Bullet Train ends and Hook leans back against the couch, motioning for the remote.
Orange hands it over hesitantly and Hook smirks at him, only adding to Orange's dread. "Uh," he says. "Hook-"
Hook's smirk grows as he flicks through the options, finding something and starting it.
"Oh no," Orange sighs, recognizing the title immediately. "Really?"
"Yep," Hook says with a grin, settling in with Rocco, petting him slowly.
"Ugh, god," Orange mumbles. "Is this karma for the LGBTQ+ movies I made you watch?"
Hook smirks. "Of course it is. Now come on." They sit quietly as Call Me By Your Name starts. It's pretty much the exact opposite of Bullet Train, a slow look at the Italian country side while focusing on the somewhat bizarre relationships of the characters, and Hook chuckles as Orange shifts restlessly, squinting at the TV. "You have a problem with Italy?" he wonders when Orange huffs and casts a withering glance at him. "Rocco, go keep him company," Hook says after a few minutes, nudging the puppy gently.
Rocco blinks up at him, then hops over to Orange's lap, nudging against him until Orange takes the gingerbread man from him and boops him with it gently. Rocco settles down on Orange's lap and pants, watching closely as Orange fiddles around with the gingerbread man, eventually setting it down to rub Rocco's velvety ears while Rocco reclaims his plushie, mouthing at its Santa hat lazily. Eventually Rocco bores of the attention and hops back down to curl up in his bed, dozing off.
Hook smiles and shrugs when Orange looks over at him. "Even the puppy got bored of the movie," he says, Hook rolling his eyes before they turn their attention back onto the TV. After a few minutes, Orange scoots over and rests his head on Hook's shoulder.
"Hmm?" Hook murmurs.
"Hmm," Orange sighs, settling into him. "Alright?"
"Yeah, sure," Hook says softly, curling an arm around him. "No complaints here."
Orange kisses his jaw, sinking even more into Hook's warmth. Hook glances down at him before looking back at the TV. He counts to 100 before looking back down, not surprised to find Orange already drifting off. Hook sits very still and waits until Orange is fully asleep before he shifts, guiding Orange down to lay flat against the couch, lifting his legs until he's stretched out, his feet resting in Hook's lap. He holds his breath until he's done adjusting him, looking up to find Orange is still deep asleep, snuggling into the side of the couch. The absolute image of comfort and peace.
He exhales in relief, not wanting to disturb Orange's sleep. Not when he has an early flight and a match against Hangman waiting for him the next day. "Rest well," he murmurs, turning the volume down on the TV and continuing to watch the rest of the movie, his hand resting over Orange's ankles.
Just before eleven, he jumps as a distant explosion echoes through the clear winter night, and he blinks, checking the clock. "Damn, people getting a jump start on the fireworks." He huffs as Rocco pops up on the edge of the couch, eyes wide and body tense. "Hey, little guy. It's ok." He reaches out and helps him up onto the couch, Rocco whining when he finds Hook's lap already occupied. "Sorry," he murmurs, watching as Rocco noses around a bit before hopping over to Orange and circling nervously on his chest before curling up, the slow, repetitive motions of Orange's breaths easing him into a soft doze of his own eventually. In his sleep, Orange shifts and rests his hand on Rocco's back, holding him close.
Hook watches them fondly before checking the clock, wincing a little. As much as he doesn't want to ring in the New Year alone, he also doesn't want to disturb their rest, although that might be taken out of his hands considering all of the fireworks that he can hear growing in volume as midnight creeps closer. He sighs and lightly rubs Orange's ankle, staring blankly at the TV. "Maybe I should call Joe and have him threaten the next person to set off fireworks," he murmurs, rolling his head against the back of the couch and looking back over at Orange and Rocco with a soft smile.
He loses track of time. When exactly the movie ends, he's not sure. Glances over at some point to find the screen has shifted to the streaming service menu, prompting him to choose something else to watch. He blinks, craning his head over to look at the clock on the table next to the couch. "Oh," he says, shaking his head. Somehow, he'd been so distracted watching Orange and Rocco sleep that it's crept past 11:30 and he's not even sure how. He huffs a laugh and turns his focus back onto the TV, turning on the televised footage of Times Square. The longer he watches, seeing how crowded and annoying it all looks, the more relieved he is that this is ultimately how they ended up spending their evening.
The countdown on the TV has just ticked below 60 seconds when he turns his focus back onto Orange and Rocco, reaching out for Orange's free hand. He curls his fingers loosely around Orange's palm and gently squeezes, watching the clock behind him until it flips over to midnight. "Happy New Year," he murmurs, smiling at his little family.
Orange breathes deeply and curls his fingers around Hook's wrist, squeezing back.
"You'd better make up for missing my midnight kiss," Hook murmurs, yawning and leaning back into the cushions, his eyes slowly fluttering shut as warm sleepiness finally claims him too.
Of course, that's exactly how Orange wakes Hook up come morning.