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Roger James Timothy Davies (rogeringdavies) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Roger laughed easily. "No, but not any more so than anyone else on the team who's won an award." He looked Marcus up and down pointedly. "Especially when it's definitely deserved. Plus you beat Moon to the post so that must have made it at leas somewhat worth it?" He threw his head back and laughed at the other man's mention of the WQ award. "I still wish you could have been my date to that," he said, still chortling. "Although Penny Dreadful nearly creamed herself writing that exposé about all the sex Ollie and I apparently had with one another at the award

Frowning, he thought for a second, deciding which would be a better meal to make. "How about moussaka? It's never a bad day to get a bit of Greek in you," he mused, before looking at Marcus with a shy smile. "Do you prefer eggplant or potato?"

He snorted and pointed accusingly at the other man's dreamy arms, and then at his stomach. "That," he said, smacking Marcus' taut stomach with his hand for emphasis, "Is the text book definition of perfect. You open Spellman's Dictionary to the entry on perfect and a picture of you with your shirt off appears. Besides, I know for a fact that coach has made you leave the gym before. She even told me to ah," he laughed nervously. "She told either Pod or I to take you home and bed you to help relieve some of your tension. Not that, you know I would ever- because you're not into men- anyway I think she was joking but yes. Fucking potions."

The fact that Marcus didn't tense up as he got closer to him, made Roger feel suddenly bold. Scooting over the final few inches, he stretched tucked his leg under him and rested his head on Marcus' shoulder. "Yeah I'm doing fine," he said, smiling to himself. "Better than fine actually." He watched the movie in companionable silence for several minutes as Marcus finished his food. "So what do you think of the curry," he asked, sighing contentedly. "And what do you think of the movie?"