Maxine's laughter is bubbly giggles, mixed with the occasional very soft snort. The comfortable atmosphere of the movie and the snack made her feel relaxed as she munched more. So relaxed is she, that she leans against Kristoff's arm without really realizing it, her head tipping onto his shoulder at one point as the movie progresses.
Kristoff hasn't watched a movie with a girl since he was /much/ younger. He's quite aware of her head on his shoulder, but tries to just focus on the film and the popcorn-candy mixture to avoid anything that might be construed as inappropriate. There was one other thing he hadn't considered: the fact that while witty, the movie is, in the end, a tragedy, as the protagonist stands by his convictions and the law and is met with treachery and death. As the more unpleasant parts rise, Kristoff finds his arm wrapped around Maxine's shoulders almost protectively. He's never watched a tearjerker with a girl before.
The story is familiar, Maxine knows the history of Henry VIII, and his break from the Catholic church for reasons of love and passion. But she felt empathy towards poor Thomas More, a man trying to find balance between duty to a king and duty to his god. At the end of the film, she turned her face away from the screen and into Kristoff's shoulder, a few small tears slipping loose.
And his other arm instinctively comes around to hold her close eas the credits roll to soft music, holding her close, then leaning back enough to wipe slightly at her cheek with the back of his fingers. And then he can't help kissing her forehead.
Maxine looked up at him finally, eyes still a bit wet, and sniffling a little. "G-good movie," she said, quietly. And then his lips were pressed against her forehead and she went a little tingly. "Um…. very moving and a good performance." She didn't move away yet, and went back to letting her head rest against his shoulder.
"Yes, quite. Bolt's usual flair for research and dialogue. Excellent cast, too." His eyes can't leave her, and he finds his hand running across her hair.
"Uh-huh." Why did her voice sound so small? Her eyes closed at the fingers in her hair, and her arm slowly wrapped around his middle, feeling even warmer than before, mostly in her cheeks. "Should we watch another one?" Her face lifted towards his again at her question.
"If you like. I have Lawrence of Arabia, Lion in Winter... I admit I have something of a taste for stories of Great Men and those who follow them." But he doesn't move to get any of the other DVDs just yet, or let go of her at all.
"I've seen Lawrence of Arabia before, but not Lion in Winter. Usually," the tears were fading away at the change of subject, "I watch stuff like musicals. I've seen Sweeny Todd a bunch of times, Guys and Dolls too." There was the slightest of hesitation before she leaned forwards a little and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of his jawline. She hoped that he couldn't hear or feel how fast/loudly her heart was beating right now.
"Ah. Injustice and vengeance. Fascinating topics cert--" and then she kissed him, and devel, doctorate, Young Master, and all, he's still just an eighteen year old boy. He shifts to lock his lips on hers thoroughly.