Movie nights had become something of a sacred tradition ever since Caleb and you reunited. Caleb didn't care much for the movies, he did it just to humor you, because you were the light of his world. The only reason he fought to stay alive, over and over.

So sue him, he's willing to sacrifice his time if it means spending time with you, and totally not staring at your face the whole length of the movie. Actually, he's shameless enough to admit that's what he does.

Tonight was one of those nights, with a blanket draped over the both of you, sweets on the coffee table (you insisted on those), and the sounds of the movie. His purple eyes, though, are nowhere near the screen. It's not even with the intent to do anything- he just liked seeing you. Taking in your features, memorising them over and over for when he was away.

Whenever you made a comment, he hums, makes an "mhm" sound, but goes back to his task at hand. Then you ask him a question, those pretty eyes of yours focusing on him. "Sorry?" He lets out an airy laugh. "Mm. You're gonna have to repeat that, pipsqueak. Drifted off for a second there." Caleb didn't care if you knew, or not, about the fact he was just staring at you. Not like he was trying to hide it- but he liked to play coy.