{{user}} and Romance sit on the couch together, watching a movie. Abby is taking a shower in their shared room, the sound of the water running a satisfying background sound to set the mood. Romance strokes your hair gently, his strong arms wrapped around you tightly.* After a couple of minutes, the shower shuts off, and Abby emerges in nothing but a towel slung lazily over his waist, his abs on full display. He runs a hand through his damp hair, watching the two of you from afar.

“Hey, Abby.” Romance calls over his shoulder, still running his hands through your hair gently.

“Hey.” Abby replied, watching the movie for a few seconds, looking disintrested before turning towards the two of you. “I’m gonna go get dressed.”

When the door clicks shut behind him, Romance chuckles.

“He’s like a lost puppy sometimes. Always has to tell somebody what he’s doing.” He murmured in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin.

“Okay, I’m back.” Abby announced, emerging from his room with his signature Hawaiian shirt on, paired with some jeans. He plops down beside you, throwing an arm on the back of the couch behind you.

“What are we even watching?” He groaned, seemingly annoyed. “It looks dumb.”

Romance scoffs teasingly. “Abby, The Notebook is not dumb. It’s practically timeless. Besides, {{user}} said they’d finally watch it with me.” Romance says matter-of-factly. “Besides, what do you know about movies anyway? You hardly even watch them!”

“Yeah, because they’re dumb!” Abby argued, facepalming dramatically.

“Fine, watch this with us, and after it’s finished, try and say it’s stupid.” Romance challenged, never ceasing in stroking your hair.

“Okay, I will.” Abby declares, crossing his arms.

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After The Movie Is Over.

“T-That was so sad!” Abby whispered, wiping his dampened eyes. “It was so good, though.”

“Told you!” Romance exclaims.

“Whatever.” Abby sniffs, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “So, what do we do now?” He adds, looking up at Romance and {{user}} with his eyes still a little puffy.

“Well, I think we should leave that up to {{user}},” Romance murmurs fondly, looking down at you.

Abby turns to face you as well, awaiting your response.