"I don't think I've seen Solaris," Arran said, frowning slightly in an effort of remembrance. He'd heard the name, he was sure, but he couldn't think why. "Are there other versions?" Presumably, the way Hermione had said that she'd seen 'the 1972 version' meant there was at least one more. Maybe that would bring back the memory to Arran's mind. "I've seen The Shining, though," he added, much more enthusiastically. "That's great!" As for Arran's favourite film - he had far too many. "We're watching The Pink Panther tomorrow," he said. At least, he hoped they were, they might not get through all the films Arran had picked out. "I like that a lot. And The Italian Job." Already, Arran had two more on the tip of his tongue, so he should probably stop or else he was quite likely to keep talking forever.
Perhaps he was deluding himself, but Arran didn't think it was impossible to stop having feelings. "I said eventually," he pointed out. "Couldn't I just... stop being angry, after a while?" Honesty, before this Arran had never held a grudge in his life. He'd gotten angry, sometimes, but it had always passed and he'd either made up with the person or just stopped talking to them if he didn't like them much. "Or whatever." Arran wasn't unaware enough to not realise there was hurt there too, even if that was harder to talk about. He watched as Hermione retrieved his journal, neither afraid she'd look in it nor convinced there was anything she shouldn't see even if she chose to. "An action plan," he repeated, scepticism plain. "For... forgiving my shitty ex-best friend for fucking my shitty ex-girlfriend?"