'She's a good sort,' Oliver said, crossing the sitting room to the large electronic set up and opening the Blue-Ray player with a nick of his big toe. The disk tray opened and he bent at the waist to drop in It's A Wonderful Life before tapping it shut again with his foot. Amazing what a night of heavy drinking and Vicodin could do for one's constitution.
Grabbing the remote, Oliver joined Verity on the sofa, leaving plenty of room between them. Although he was grateful to have here there, after their text exchange that morning it had become clear to him she only wanted, or was only capable of, friendship. So to honor that request required a little self preservation on his part. If he'd sat next to her, he knew he would give into the desire to press her into the cushions...
'I hear this film is a classic American holiday tradition. I've never seen it before.'