Kim and Toby watches a movie

I was sitting in the lounge area of our living room watching some Verhoeven movie about some lesbian nuns or something when I heard Toby rummage around the kitchen. It was pretty late, so I was a bit surprised to see him there. I was actually not that far from going to bed myself, actually.

I lifted myself off the carpet (I often liked to sit on the floor with my back against the sofa), seeing him looking around for some late night snack.

“Can’t sleep?” I called out. Toby grunted. I slumped back down.

“Something like that. Napped earlier so I’m wide awake,” Toby said, closing the fridge. He wasn’t so hesitative now. Maybe he was warming up to us a bit more.

I patted the couch next to me, inviting him to sit and watch the rest with me. Toby hesitated a bit, but then moved over, taking a look at the giant flat screen TV.

“What are you watching?” he asked.

“Some lesbian nuns hooking up or whatever,” I explained.

“Any good?”

“The movie is called Benedetto, and they’re supposed to be Italian, but everyone is talking French. At least they’re dirty,” I explained. I was really boiling it down, but I wasn’t about to get into some fucking analysis.

“Dirty?” Toby asked.

“Yeah? I can’t get into a historical movie if the characters aren’t dirty. It isn’t authentic. Everyone was dirty back then. Don’t you like dirty girls?” I teased. I didn’t mean to push for anything, it was just to keep it lighthearted.

“... No… I mean yes,” Toby muttered.

“Well, these nuns are getting pretty dirty later,” I said, turning to the screen. “Don’t just stand there! Sit down if you want to watch. The movie.”

I didn’t bother turning my head. I felt his presence inch between the sofas and slump down a few feet to my right.