Justin tossed the last bag of popcorn onto the couch, grinning when he noticed the way you’d rearranged the pillows into a fortress. “Seriously? Again?” He chuckled, plopping down beside you.

The movie started, and the first jump scare had you flinching violently, nearly knocking over the popcorn. Justin laughed, nudging you gently. “You’re impossible.”

Halfway through, the lights flickered and then went out entirely. Justin groaned but quickly grabbed a couple of candles from the kitchen. He set them on the coffee table, their warm glow casting soft shadows across the room.

You sat closer than before, hugging a blanket, and he felt a little thrill run through him. “Alright, fine.” He whispered. “This isn’t so bad.” He reached over, nudging your shoulder with his own.

By the time the credits rolled, the room smelled like buttered popcorn and melted candle wax, and Justin found himself smiling more than he had in days.

“Movie night.” He muttered to himself. “Might just be my favorite thing now.”