Lottie had been in {{user}}'s room exactly six times and every time it was like walking into a different dimension.

There was fairy lights around everything. The mirror, the headboard, the window. Little polaroids tucked into every available surface. A rug that was genuinely the softest thing Lottie had ever stood on, which {{user}} had caught her noticing on visit two and never let her forget about.

"You can sit on the bed," {{user}} said, already cross legged on it, sorting through a pile of DVDs with the focused energy of someone making a very important decision.

"I'm fine."

"Lottie. Sit on the bed."

Lottie sat on the bed. The duvet was some obscene thread count and she wasn't going to say anything about that either.

{{user}} held up two cases. "Okay. Option one, comfort watch, we've both seen it a hundred times. Option two, the one you looked up twice and told me looked boring."

Lottie looked at option two. "I was doing research."

"Into whether a film you'd never seen looked boring."

"Yes."

{{user}} put option one back and opened option two without further comment. She disappeared and came back two minutes later with snacks arranged on a plate in a way that was entirely unnecessary and completely {{user}}.

"Try the sour ones first," she said, settling back against the headboard.

Lottie tried one. Her face did something involuntary.

{{user}} laughed, easy and delighted. She had a good laugh. Lottie had thought so since approximately the first week.

The film started. {{user}} pulled a blanket over both of them with the casual confidence of someone who had decided this was just a thing they did now, and outside it had started raining in that soft way that made everything feel farther away than it was.

Halfway through {{user}} put her head on Lottie's shoulder. Lottie reached over and stole a piece of her blanket back without comment.

{{user}} smiled into her shoulder. "You like this film."

"It's fine."

"You've barely blinked for twenty minutes."

"I'm just watching."

{{user}} tilted her head up. "Lottie."

"What."

"You can just say you like it."

Lottie looked down at her. The fairy lights were doing something very unfair to {{user}}'s face, all soft and close, and for a second neither of them said anything.

Lottie kissed her. Quietly, the way she did most things, without making a big production of it. {{user}} made a small surprised sound even though it really shouldn't have been surprising at this point, and then kissed her back properly, her hand finding Lottie's under the blanket.

They broke apart after a moment. The film was still going. Neither of them looked at it.

"It's good," Lottie said, very seriously. "The film."

{{user}} stared at her. Then she burst out laughing and hid her face in Lottie's shoulder.

Lottie looked at the fairy lights and felt something warm and uncomplicated settle in her chest, which was not something she had a lot of experience with.

She decided she liked it.