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If you asked Gansey what his favorite thing to do on a Friday night was, he would say this.
“Come on, Gansey, I thought it was my turn to pick the movie!” Blue placed two water bottles down on the table in front of them and plopped herself down on the couch at Gansey's side, snuggled in close.
He lifted his arm around her shoulder and pulled her in tighter to him, saying, “I know it is! I'm just looking into my options for when it's my turn. Here,” he finished, passing over the remote to Blue so she could start the movie of her choosing. As she got it queued up, he let his hand find its way to her hair so he could keep it occupied, scratching her scalp and running fingers through the soft, uneven layers.
Gansey really didn't care what they watched, because generally with Blue in such close proximity to him, he had trouble concentrating on anything else. With so much of their bodies touching, he could feel every breath she took in and released, every twitch of an arm or leg, the increasing heaviness of her head on his shoulder as the night wore on.
Every shake of her body with a soft laugh.
By the sixth time he felt her laughter, but didn't hear it, Gansey finally spoke.
“What's so funny?” His voice was a whisper, but it still felt too loud in the dark. Blue jumped a little, but relaxed back into him quickly, turning her head up to face him.
“Aren't you watching the movie?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Gansey replied with a shrug, brushing off the question to pose another. “Do you think I'm funny, Blue?”
The corner of her lips turned up, but she hesitated before answering and even then just said, “Sure. Sometimes.”
“It's just- I can be funny sometimes, too, you know.” In all honesty, Gansey wasn't sure where this was coming from. It's not that he'd ever tried and failed to make Blue laugh when he wanted to. Mostly he'd just gotten distracted by her silent laughter and wanted to be able to hear her enjoyment as much as he felt it.
“Of course you can, babe,” Blue answered, smacking a loud kiss on his cheek and turning back towards the movie. She nestled in closer to his side.
“Knock knock.”
“Oh, we're doing this now.” She sat back up and turned sideways to face him, crossing one leg under herself and throwing the other over and around Gansey. He tried his best to resolutely ignore the new, wonderful feeling of having Blue’s leg draped across his leg and bent around his waist. “Gansey, you know knock knock jokes are, like, the least funny of all the funny things out there. They're actually unfunny. Really truly not funny at all.”
He smiled back at her and said again, “Knock knock”
“I really hate knock knock jokes.” When Gansey just stared back at hey, she rolled her eyes and played along. “Who's there?”
“Interrupting Gansey,” he went on, leaning in ever so slightly, but disguising it by brushing his fingers along her cheek.
Blue leaned into his hand, smirking. “Interrupting Gan-”
He closed the distance between them, catching the rest of his name on his own lips. Gansey could feel her smile as giggles bubbled up from her throat. He tried to keep kissing her, but his own smile grew at the thought of making Blue giggle .
He pulled back, grinning, and Blue bent her head down, hiding her face. Gansey lifted it back up with a finger under her chin.
“So?” He said, laughing a little himself. It was really hard not to laugh with Blue. Once she started, he just couldn't help it.
“Best knock knock joke ever,” she said, giggles subsided, but smile still spread wide across her face as she leaned in to kiss him again.