Before Oliver could quite decide to put his arm around her shoulders, she was moving again. "Alright," he said. He'd eaten enough that he could survive until they got to popcorn to fill in the edges. "But not until we clean up so Ang doesn't kill us in our sleep."
Actually, the cinema sounded like a better idea the longer he thought about it. It would be the perfect excuse to wrap an arm around Alicia and watch her without her really knowing he was watching her.