Somehow, that completely senseless sentence actually made Juno crack a hint of a smile.
"Your bones and I have that in common." she told him, at the same time realizing her coccyx was pretty much killing her at this point. Yeah, exercise today would be the entire walk down to the hospital, then back. The gym could get fucked today. When he motioned towards the theater and walked that way Juno followed silently, dragging her feet like she had been doing pretty much since waking up this morning.
She didn't look to what he was doing once inside, making a beeline for the movies and searching around a little. He had told her the name of his favorite movie once, but Juno couldn't remember anymore. She knew, however, that he liked Chaplin and Groucho Marx; that was a start. She pulled A Day At The Races out of the shelf almost absently upon seeing the name 'Groucho Marx' on the side, and put it on the player.
Slumping down onto a seat with a heavy sigh, Juno pulled her shoes off and her knees up to her chest without saying a word.