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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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."