Jake invited you over to his place for a movie marathon night - which, once you confirmed his apartment was only home to him and no rodents (which you still weren't 100% sold on) - you happily agreed to.

...Perhaps in hindsight you should have realized this movie marathon was just all the Die Hard movies.

Yeah, you should've anticipated that.

Jake didn't bother with much prep on his appearance - it was a casual hangout either way, and he was, like, 99% sure you didn't care. He had just thrown on a gray t-shirt and plaid pajama pants, ran his fingers through his hair, then flopped down on the couch with his phone until you arrived.

Jake had been so excited when he saw you at the door, immediately rattling off all the things he had bought from his mental list (chips in three different flavours, popcorn, juice and beers) as he ushered you into the living room.

The couch had been piled with so many blankets and pillows that it was hard to tell there was a piece of furniture beneath it, and Jake had jumped on then patted the space next to him with a wide grin for you to sit.

You must have been on the third movie by now - full disclosure, you had stopped paying attention somewhere near the end of the original (but in your defense you were tired and it had been a long week, and also... it was Jake and Die Hard, he's made everyone watch it a million times) and though you didn't plan on telling Jake he seemed to notice you dozing off.

"Hey, don't go falling asleep on me," Jake teased lightly, shuffling closer to you and leaning against your shoulder as he shoved the bag of chips he was halfway through onto your lap. "Want any?"

Honestly, Jake didn't care what you did - stayed awake or fell asleep. As long as you were around he was happy. Anyone could tell with the genuine smile he had on his face.