"Yeah, they are." Although Nekane isn't picky when it came to books and absolutely would have read them even if it was shit. "But most of the movies were pretty shit. Hold on..."
They uncover themself a little more to check their pile of terrible movies and come up with a few. Fifty Shades Of Grey and Twilight. The first goes in and they start it up.
"Keep in mind this shit was popular enough to get a movie. And that some idiot thought it was hot."
And they lean back to watch it play out. Right after that they're starting up Twilight and Héctor can't stop them.
He can already tell, by the gleeful look in their eyes, that this is going to be terrible. Even before they say the movies are shit. He leaning back as they hold them up like the things might come to life and bight at him.
He can't see anything outright terrible from the cover, or the titles, but that means nothing.
"I don't trust popular. You know I don't trust popular. I've seen the things popular will do," He says.
But even they can't put up with these movies for so long, even if they're enjoying Héctor's reactions to it. Nekane re-buries themself under the blankets and only comes back up to drag a few snacks into the depths.
"I'm gonna blame the existence of Hell on these movies. Sounds good?"
This might be the part where he'd call them a monster, but they'd take that for truth so instead he just narrows his eyes and shakes his head at them. Terrible. The worst.
And when they slip away he says, "Hey!" and tries to burrow in after them. They don't get to run away while he's suffering! Rude.
Once he's successfully burrowed under with them, he snorts.
"Pretty sure Hell existed before these nightmares," He says. "But sure, yes."
Nekane snickers and finally takes pity on Héctor by changing the movie to something different. This time the acting isn't that bad - cringe, mainly - but for a romantic comedy movie, it's sure missing the comedy part with the onslaught of terrible jokes.
"Hard to say. Chicken, egg. Hell, shit movies. Who can really say which came first?" Yes, they are treating this like deep philosophy. It's actually a repeat of a conversation they engaged with John, once upon a time. They couldn't sleep so it was one of many times they both engaged in a really stupid conversation until the sun rose.
Under the blankets they reach for his hand to hold onto. "Thanks, by the way. For going along with this shit."
In truth, they didn't need to change the movie. He paid enough attention to be baffled at times or to rib Nekane a little. But, just as before, he spends much more time observing them, enjoying their company with something they enjoyed.
He rolls his eyes, pretending to be exasperated by their flawed philosophical logic. It doesn't truly bother him and it's probably obvious when they take his hand. Something sings in his ribcage. Something weeps.
"It's your shit," He says. "I like seeing you enjoy things."
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He opens his mouth. Then he closes it. Then he opens it again.
"What's wrong with the romance books?" He nearly pouts. "I thought they were nice..."
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They uncover themself a little more to check their pile of terrible movies and come up with a few. Fifty Shades Of Grey and Twilight. The first goes in and they start it up.
"Keep in mind this shit was popular enough to get a movie. And that some idiot thought it was hot."
And they lean back to watch it play out. Right after that they're starting up Twilight and Héctor can't stop them.
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He can't see anything outright terrible from the cover, or the titles, but that means nothing.
"I don't trust popular. You know I don't trust popular. I've seen the things popular will do," He says.
The movie starts. He keeps making a face.
Finally, he says, "Why are you doing this to me."
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But even they can't put up with these movies for so long, even if they're enjoying Héctor's reactions to it. Nekane re-buries themself under the blankets and only comes back up to drag a few snacks into the depths.
"I'm gonna blame the existence of Hell on these movies. Sounds good?"
Because it sure does to them.
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And when they slip away he says, "Hey!" and tries to burrow in after them. They don't get to run away while he's suffering! Rude.
Once he's successfully burrowed under with them, he snorts.
"Pretty sure Hell existed before these nightmares," He says. "But sure, yes."
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"Hard to say. Chicken, egg. Hell, shit movies. Who can really say which came first?" Yes, they are treating this like deep philosophy. It's actually a repeat of a conversation they engaged with John, once upon a time. They couldn't sleep so it was one of many times they both engaged in a really stupid conversation until the sun rose.
Under the blankets they reach for his hand to hold onto. "Thanks, by the way. For going along with this shit."
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He rolls his eyes, pretending to be exasperated by their flawed philosophical logic. It doesn't truly bother him and it's probably obvious when they take his hand. Something sings in his ribcage. Something weeps.
"It's your shit," He says. "I like seeing you enjoy things."