"Sure." Alex replied, he enjoyed watching movies, it was something he had been deprived of up until the age of fifteen and so whatever type of movie it was didn't really matter. He laughed at the comment about him needing a shoulder to cry on, "Yeah, right." He uttered midst the laughter, "We'll see." He teased, looking over at the couch and the large television he reached towards the glasses and the bottle of wine and gestured with his head towards the couch. "Shall we?" He asked.

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The movie finished and the credits began to roll, the room was dark except for the light of the television screen and the room was made darker now that the credits were surrounded by a black background. He raised his head from his palm where he had been resting while watching the movie, Riley had been leaning into him, lying out on the couch, her head nestled by his arm and chest. It was getting late. However, Alex was not tired, being tired was something that Alex had never felt and never would. It was not that Alex couldn't sleep, he could if he chose to but usually he would shut his eyes and just rest in bed, remaining awake for the night. Of the many genre of movies available in the modern age, chick flicks were probably Alex's least favorite. It was not that he didn't enjoy them he just more so did not know how to appreciate them. He understood that this particular movie was sad and had heard off people he had met in social gathering of how it made some cry and others emotional, but Alex did not share the same emotions.

"Well..." He began, nudging Riley, partly to see if she was awake, "That was interesting, hm?"