He switched through a few channels before they finally decided on Face/Off. The movie was about fifteen minutes already in and he settled back on the couch, tossing the remote to the side. He glanced over at Emily as she moved in closer and he shifted, lifting his arm up and over, cradling her next to him. Yeah, the movie kinda sucked in a way because the kid died in the beginning, but he didn't change it. It was a while since he'd seen a Nic Cage film, even though twinkle toes kinda stole the show being the big villain.
"You better pull the trigger, cause I don't give a fuck," he said along with Castor Troy and started playing with Emily's hair. "Man, this dude is crazy." He knew that Emily didn't like these type of movies and it would only be a click away so they could watch The Wedding Singer. He didn't care what anyone said. Adam Sandler was a badass.
"Hey," he nudged her a little and shifted and it wasn't long until her head was in his lap. He held his hands up, looking her over and she was still awake, surprisingly, she was just laying down on him. With a sigh, he leaned back again and his hand rested on her hip while the other hand played with her hair. Things were so complicated and he wanted to tell her so much, but it wasn't the time. Obviously. The girl was just somewhere else. And maybe it wasn't his place anymore.