he looked away ashamed. he did not mean to incite the wrath of the other boy, he just did not want to look like a fool by crying. he felt his mother shift back on the linoleum. "he is seventeen, he does not need his mother's permission for everything" she left the room but did not go back downstairs. he wondered why she chose not to, usually she painted until dinner. he looked anywhere other than at the boy at his kitchen table

He kind of sighs. "And now that I've fucked up....I'll take my leave before I do it some more." He didn't mean to get Alec to react like that, but he should've seen it coming. "Sorry." He doesn't know what else to say.

he looked up them, tears be-damned "please, don't leave me" he felt like such a loser asking but he always lost his friends, every last one, he was desperate for company and that this boy knew his secret was even more compelling a reason to try and keep him around. "whatever i have done, i can fix it" he braced himself for the rejection

He looks at him, a bit sadly. "But you didn't do anything." He feels awkward a bit now. He really didn't expect Alec to react like that. "You didn't do anything wrong...so cheer up?"

"but you are still leaving anyway?"

He sighs softly. "Do you really want me to stay that much?" He's kind of surprised by this actually. "If you do I'll stay." But he's not taking any offered food. He'll bring munchables with him. He doesn't like the mother currently and a cousin of his was poisoned by his (the cousin's) mother.

"i really do" he blushed a little "i don't mean to sound so much like a baby"

"Okay then." And then a pause. "Why're you red again? And you better not say you're allergic to lame or whatever."

'i have been imposing on you all day and i prolly keep weirding you out too"

"That doesn't answer my question by the way." He kind of nudges the other. "Movie?"

he thought he had, discarding the thought he took the other by the outstretched hand and led him down the hall his mother had gone into "yeah, i had forgotten!" he pulled the other down the hall


(sorry forgot to hit post before going potty!)

Well, it didn't seem like an answer in Chris's mind, but it doesn't matter. He's going to let it drop for now. He chuckles a bit. "So....what do you want to watch?"

(It's alright lol. You replied :3)

he pushed open the door "everything...eventually" flicking on the lights he led the other the room. it was filled wall to wall with vhss dvds and film reels. a bed was set along the corner crammed in between high shelves of tapes. it was lined with pillows like a couch and faced out to the center of the room. a large tv stood on a low table covered in players and receivers for watching. he spread his arms out 'i have eight-thousand-nine-hundred-fifty-seven movies not counting what my computer and flash drives carry. if you want to watch it i prolly have it. he was proud of his collection

"Holy Mary mother of God!" Excuse him while he stares bug-eyed at things. "That's....that's a lot of movies. Have you actually watched all of them?" He can't believe that there are so many movies in one place. Can someone watch all of these in a lifetime?

"....well, about half" he felt so happy "some are too damaged or too rare to watch, and the ones over my bed are copies" he pointed "it's my hobby, i have been collecting since i was eight."

"So many....so very many. How often do you watch movies?" To even watch that many is amazing. Chris doesn't think he could do it. He halfway feels like the movies might eat him somehow.