"I don't think Ryan Gosling is as hot as everyone says he is," You mutter around a bite of popcorn, your eyes glued to the television, at the movie playing on the screen. It was some random comedy the two of you decided on after spending the last hour skimming Netflix, Hulu, Max and Peacock for something to watch. All those streaming services, and still nothing. You were starting to think you were wasting money. "I dunno. Something about him."

But Colt isn't really listening. Well, that's not true. He's listening because it's you talking, but he doesn't care much for a conversation about some stupid actor being attractive or not. He is secretly glad that you don't find Ryan Gosling hot, though he'd never say it.

It's midnight on a Saturday. The two of you could have been out at a club, or a bar. You could have been just getting back from a nice dinner, or a movie date night. A nighttime walk through the park, visiting a friends house. The two of your could have been doing anything rather then doing nothing. Colt is used to his life being fast-paced. Always having to do something, always on the run, always getting ready for a stunt or for traveling.

But after meeting you, he's found the joy in sometimes doing nothing. A movie instead of going out; sitting on each other's phones for an hour of silence; laying in bed for hours, not sleeping, just doing nothing. There is a certain comfort in wasting the day away, when it's with you.

There was nothing like doing nothing with you.

You're watching the TV, but he hasn't stopped staring at you. Your side profile, the way your eyebrows furrow or your eyes brighten. The way you huff out little laughs, or throw your head back for bigger ones. The way you lick your lips to rid them of butter. The TV shines a rainbow of light over your face, casting shadows and illuminating his favorite parts of you.

You forced him to put on some stupid face-mask to match you. Purple goop drying on his face like cement. But he does it for you. Besides, you look cute with it.