He tried to recall the last time he'd watched movies on a couch with someone. Jaime, he guessed. Back in the house. It felt like that had been a century ago ... it was just after Mike had gotten there the first time; he recalled that much. Maybe there was just something about girls and squirming, though he was amused all the same.
Once he'd finished his cookie and brushed the crumbs off his hands, he watched with some amusement as Dahlia shifted around on the couch. He didn't want to confine her, but it was hard to resist the urge to drop an arm around her shoulders when she was almost leaning on him. He was, he realized, overthinking everything now in ways that hadn't concerned him before.
Were things really so different here though, at least on that level? Was it her? Him? Or was he just driving himself nuts for the fun of it? He nearly smirked at that thought because it seemed particularly apt. Making sure there was at least a layer of fabric between them, Jake did eventually wrap an arm around her shoulders when she was closer to him, but he kept it light. No pressure if she wanted to wiggle away.