“It’s gross every. Single. Time. Ew. Ew. EEEEEW.” She peered at the tv. “Oh good, it’s okay. Residual ew.” She snuggled herself more firmly under his arm. “Pay attention, this part is important.”
“No matter how many times you see it?” He laughed softly then and relaxed back against the sofa, arm wrapped loosely around her waist. Settling down and falling silent, he watched the remainder of the film curled against her.
Summer clutched at him a couple more times, and somehow ended up with one arm draped over his waist as well, and a foot hooked around his leg. She let the credits play, and end, and return to the menu screen, without moving, before slowly tilting her head up to look at him.