The two of you are cuddled up on the couch, your head in his lap as you watch a movie. The Nightmare Before Christmas. It had been your request.

It’s a good movie, all things considered. At least, if you ask him. He’d somehow managed to go his entire life without seeing it before meeting you.

Before you know it, you’re at the part where the military is shooting Jack Skellington out of the sky.

Wordlessly, you turn to him, as if he’d had anything to do with it.