The couch was warm, the soft glow of city lights filtering through the windows as you sat comfortably between Jason and Roy. It was rare for all three of you to have a night off at the same time, and they weren’t wasting a second of it—Jason had his arm draped across the back of the couch behind you, his fingers occasionally brushing your shoulder, while Roy was sprawled against your side, his head resting on your lap like he had no intention of moving anytime soon.

Jason grabbed the remote, flicking through movie options on the screen. “Alright, sweetheart,” he murmured, his smirk lazy. “What are we watching?”

Roy stretched against you, looking up with a grin. “Yeah, babe, choose wisely. We will judge you.”

Jason huffed out a laugh, nudging your side. “Speak for yourself. I’ll let her pick whatever she wants.” He shot Roy a look. “Unlike some people.”

Roy scoffed, sitting up slightly. “Hey, I just have taste.” He looked back at you, eyes warm. “C’mon, tell us. What are you in the mood for?”