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Timmy gasped in outrage, “No! You take that back!”
“Nope. Superman is better.”
He rolled his eyes at Armie’s,
attractive
stupid
, smug grin. “Absolutely not. It’s Batman, dude! There’s just no way!”
“It’s Superman. There’s literally nothing he can’t do.”
“But Batman! The backstory! The- the character development!” he sputtered, baffled at how Armie could possibly like Superman more.
They’d finished shooting early and decided to have a DC movie night, following the Marvel one from last week and pretty much like the last one, they had polar opposite opinions on everything .
“Well, Superman dies at the end, so there,” Timmy said petulantly, taking a swig of his beer.
“Please. He’s going to be in Justice League, everyone knows that.”
He mock-glared at Armie, who grabbed their plates and started rinsing them. Timmy grabbed the empty beer bottles and joined him in the kitchen. They moved around each other, cleaning up the remnants of their dinner and putting leftovers in the fridge. He liked these nights. They’d watch movies, sometimes the classic serious ones, sometimes just superheroes and always end up having a discussion. He hadn’t met Armie before and he took great joy in getting to know things about him and even greater joy in getting a rise out of him, which at this point was almost too easy.
“C’mon, let me do the rest, I’ll load them in the dishwasher,” he offered, and then promptly hip-checked Armie, shoving him aside playfully.
“Very mature,” he said, laughing when Armie flung the suds at him. “I’m helping you here and this is the thanks I get.”
“You know me, I’m a very mature person.”
Timmy rolled his eyes, smiled and took the paper towel he was offered, after loading the dishes.
They drifted back to the living room nursing another beer. He curled up on the couch, his back against the armrest, his legs crossed. Armie sat opposite him, one foot tucked under the other thigh, relaxed, casual. They went over their lines for the next couple of scenes with a few off-topic discussions, managing to finish the beer in the meantime. By the time they were done, he was pleasantly buzzed, feeling warm and light. His knee bumped with Armie’s and he realized Armie had unknowingly moved closer to him while rehearsing and was now looking at him with an unreadable expression.
This keeps happening , he thought. Over the last couple of days, ever so often he’d catch Armie looking at him and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what it meant. He sneaked a quick glance at his watch and cleared his throat awkwardly.
“It’s uh- it’s getting kinda late, I should go.”
He watched, puzzled at how startled Armie looked before he acquiesced and walked him to the door.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked, grabbing his sweater from where he’d hung it.
He saw how Armie seemed to lean forward and then proceeded to straighten himself, smiled, wished him a good night, and shut the door.
Weird. Maybe something’s going on at home , he thought. It wasn’t until a few steps later when he put the sweater on and it was entirely too big for him, he realized he’d taken Armie’s.
I guess I’ll just give it back later .