"What?" Oliver laughed, slouching back and lifting a hand to play vaguely with the strands of dark hair that curled against the nape of J-S's neck, using the remote to flick through the television channels as he did so. "I'm good at picking crap TV?"
He settled on a channel where a man was yelling at the camera while someone else paraded round in a blanket with sleeves, turning his head to glance down at J-S at the question. There was a moment of silence, before he narrowed his eyes playfully. "Yeah, I reckon so," he smiled.