TH fic "A Scary Movie" (G)
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A Scary Movie (twins, G)
Summary: Sometimes sad movies get to Bill. Tom is startled, but ultimately knows what to do.
Bill's crying at the end of Cold Mountain surprised them both. It didn't seem like a good enough movie to be that effective; it was too historical and serious to entertain them. Bill had chosen it because it had Jude Law in it, but he was disappointed in the overall experience. There wasn't much romance in the story, and even though Tom would have denied it, he was just as interested in romantic stories as Bill.
So it wasn't very good, it wasn't very interesting, and still at the end, Bill started to wipe his cheeks and below his eyes.
"What -- are you serious?" Tom asked, when he noticed. "Are you crying because he died?"
"Yes," Bill said defiantly. He would have denied it but it was pointless; Tom had seen his tears already.
Tom stared at him. "But why? He was a schmuck."
"I know," Bill said, and sniffed. He couldn't blame Tom for being bewildered; he, himself, thought his reaction was ridiculous. The movie had been boring because he didn't really care for Jude Law's character, and especially because Jude Law and Nicole Kidman had been separated for most of the movie. New tears welled up in Bill's eyes, irritating him.
"Do you have a hanky or something?" Tom asked, already checking his own pockets for one.
"No," Bill said in a thick voice. He accepted the worn but clean-looking napkin from Tom and dabbed his face.
"Look, she wasn't all alone in the end. She had a family," Tom tried.
"But it's not the same," Bill said. He thought about Jude Law leaving after that one night when they were finally together, and then dying, so that he could never go back, and suddenly Bill burst into disconsolate sobs that were completely unstoppable, burying his face into his napkin.
"Hey, hey," he heard Tom say in a soft, startled voice. Bill knew he was overreacting in a major way, but he wasn't embarrassed by his tears. Tom sometimes cried, too, when they were watching movies, if not like the waterfall Bill was imitating at the moment. Tom rarely cared for lovers, anyway; he cried when parents or children or animals died.
Tom stopped the movie like he thought that the music over the credits was making Bill worse, and put his hand on Bill's back.
"Hey, it's okay. It's just a story," Tom said, as if Bill was a child who couldn't tell the difference. Bill would have snorted if he hadn't needed all of his air for gasping sobs. Then again, maybe Tom did have reason to question Bill's state of mind.
Bill drew a deep breath to steady himself. "I'm okay," he said in a shaky voice.
"Are you? I'm not so sure," Tom said, peering at him.
"I'm fine," Bill said. He breathed deeply for a few more times. "Thanks."
Tom rubbed Bill's shoulder while Bill mopped his face and blew his nose.
"What is it?" Tom asked. "Do you have something else on your mind?"
Bill shook his head. "It was just that he died. It's sad, death is sad," he said and shrugged. Tom's hand was warm on his shoulder. Tom was good at comfort.
"But I thought you didn't even like that guy," Tom said.
"I didn't," Bill said, toying with the soggy napkin. "It was just that he died so soon after- that they were apart for so long." A fresh set of hot tears threatened to make an appearance, and he looked up and breathed steadily in and out. "Look, I can't talk about this."
"But you're okay?"
"Yeah. It was just a movie." Bill turned and looked at Tom for good measure, knowing Tom would want to meet his eyes. Sure enough, Tom looked back at him, intent rather than concerned.
"Good," Tom said, but he still had that watchful expression. "Wanna sleep in my room, just in case?"
"In case of what?" Bill asked, surprised and a little amused.
"Nightmares, I guess?" Tom said, and grinned when Bill gave a laugh. "It's dangerous to watch these scary movies. You might have bad dreams after."
"I'm not that bad off," Bill said. It was true; not only was the crying bout over, but as weird as it had been, he was feeling much better when Tom smiled at him like that and teased him. "Am I?"
"You kind of let the floodgates open there," Tom said. "I was worried you'd soil the couch."
"Ha ha," Bill said.
"The floor was in danger, at least," Tom claimed. "I'm not sure if the insurance will cover it if we have water damage."
Bill tried to give Tom a stern look but then he couldn't help laughing. "Fine," he said, giving up. "I'll sleep in your room."
***
They didn't sleep in the same bed often, but sometimes it just felt natural, for some reason or another. Bill still didn't think it was called for in this case because he was feeling perfectly all right. Then again, maybe that was because he was tucked under Tom's arm at the moment, comfy and nice, his face right next to Tom's neck so he could sense Tom's smell with every breath.
"Can we watch something more upbeat next time?" Tom was asking.
"Mm, definitely," Bill said. He was half asleep already.
"Something where people don't die, maybe."
Bill didn't reply. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He pressed tighter against Tom for a moment to let him know he'd heard, and Tom didn't say anything either. Then Bill felt a hand flicking down his face, fingers brushing his cheek softly. He smiled.
"What?"
"Just checking," Tom said. "Hey, at least watching those films makes us feel better about our lives, right?"
"I guess," Bill said, too content to try and figure out what Tom was after.
"I know I feel pretty good about sleeping in my own bed. No one is making me go to a war for years. Or anywhere else, either."
Bill opened his eyes. So that was what Tom had wanted to say. It didn't really need saying, but it still made Bill feel kind of bubbly happy that Tom would say it. He smiled. "Yeah, that makes me glad, too."
"Good night," Tom said.
"Night."
Bill closed his eyes again and felt ready to drift into sleep any moment now, with Tom's arm securely around him.
Happy, and fluffy, Friday! Have a fluffy (despite the name) TH fic. :) My thanks to fyredancer for organising this, and especially steinsgrrl for the beta!
A Scary Movie (twins, G)
Summary: Sometimes sad movies get to Bill. Tom is startled, but ultimately knows what to do.
Bill's crying at the end of Cold Mountain surprised them both. It didn't seem like a good enough movie to be that effective; it was too historical and serious to entertain them. Bill had chosen it because it had Jude Law in it, but he was disappointed in the overall experience. There wasn't much romance in the story, and even though Tom would have denied it, he was just as interested in romantic stories as Bill.
So it wasn't very good, it wasn't very interesting, and still at the end, Bill started to wipe his cheeks and below his eyes.
"What -- are you serious?" Tom asked, when he noticed. "Are you crying because he died?"
"Yes," Bill said defiantly. He would have denied it but it was pointless; Tom had seen his tears already.
Tom stared at him. "But why? He was a schmuck."
"I know," Bill said, and sniffed. He couldn't blame Tom for being bewildered; he, himself, thought his reaction was ridiculous. The movie had been boring because he didn't really care for Jude Law's character, and especially because Jude Law and Nicole Kidman had been separated for most of the movie. New tears welled up in Bill's eyes, irritating him.
"Do you have a hanky or something?" Tom asked, already checking his own pockets for one.
"No," Bill said in a thick voice. He accepted the worn but clean-looking napkin from Tom and dabbed his face.
"Look, she wasn't all alone in the end. She had a family," Tom tried.
"But it's not the same," Bill said. He thought about Jude Law leaving after that one night when they were finally together, and then dying, so that he could never go back, and suddenly Bill burst into disconsolate sobs that were completely unstoppable, burying his face into his napkin.
"Hey, hey," he heard Tom say in a soft, startled voice. Bill knew he was overreacting in a major way, but he wasn't embarrassed by his tears. Tom sometimes cried, too, when they were watching movies, if not like the waterfall Bill was imitating at the moment. Tom rarely cared for lovers, anyway; he cried when parents or children or animals died.
Tom stopped the movie like he thought that the music over the credits was making Bill worse, and put his hand on Bill's back.
"Hey, it's okay. It's just a story," Tom said, as if Bill was a child who couldn't tell the difference. Bill would have snorted if he hadn't needed all of his air for gasping sobs. Then again, maybe Tom did have reason to question Bill's state of mind.
Bill drew a deep breath to steady himself. "I'm okay," he said in a shaky voice.
"Are you? I'm not so sure," Tom said, peering at him.
"I'm fine," Bill said. He breathed deeply for a few more times. "Thanks."
Tom rubbed Bill's shoulder while Bill mopped his face and blew his nose.
"What is it?" Tom asked. "Do you have something else on your mind?"
Bill shook his head. "It was just that he died. It's sad, death is sad," he said and shrugged. Tom's hand was warm on his shoulder. Tom was good at comfort.
"But I thought you didn't even like that guy," Tom said.
"I didn't," Bill said, toying with the soggy napkin. "It was just that he died so soon after- that they were apart for so long." A fresh set of hot tears threatened to make an appearance, and he looked up and breathed steadily in and out. "Look, I can't talk about this."
"But you're okay?"
"Yeah. It was just a movie." Bill turned and looked at Tom for good measure, knowing Tom would want to meet his eyes. Sure enough, Tom looked back at him, intent rather than concerned.
"Good," Tom said, but he still had that watchful expression. "Wanna sleep in my room, just in case?"
"In case of what?" Bill asked, surprised and a little amused.
"Nightmares, I guess?" Tom said, and grinned when Bill gave a laugh. "It's dangerous to watch these scary movies. You might have bad dreams after."
"I'm not that bad off," Bill said. It was true; not only was the crying bout over, but as weird as it had been, he was feeling much better when Tom smiled at him like that and teased him. "Am I?"
"You kind of let the floodgates open there," Tom said. "I was worried you'd soil the couch."
"Ha ha," Bill said.
"The floor was in danger, at least," Tom claimed. "I'm not sure if the insurance will cover it if we have water damage."
Bill tried to give Tom a stern look but then he couldn't help laughing. "Fine," he said, giving up. "I'll sleep in your room."
***
They didn't sleep in the same bed often, but sometimes it just felt natural, for some reason or another. Bill still didn't think it was called for in this case because he was feeling perfectly all right. Then again, maybe that was because he was tucked under Tom's arm at the moment, comfy and nice, his face right next to Tom's neck so he could sense Tom's smell with every breath.
"Can we watch something more upbeat next time?" Tom was asking.
"Mm, definitely," Bill said. He was half asleep already.
"Something where people don't die, maybe."
Bill didn't reply. He didn't want to think about it anymore. He pressed tighter against Tom for a moment to let him know he'd heard, and Tom didn't say anything either. Then Bill felt a hand flicking down his face, fingers brushing his cheek softly. He smiled.
"What?"
"Just checking," Tom said. "Hey, at least watching those films makes us feel better about our lives, right?"
"I guess," Bill said, too content to try and figure out what Tom was after.
"I know I feel pretty good about sleeping in my own bed. No one is making me go to a war for years. Or anywhere else, either."
Bill opened his eyes. So that was what Tom had wanted to say. It didn't really need saying, but it still made Bill feel kind of bubbly happy that Tom would say it. He smiled. "Yeah, that makes me glad, too."
"Good night," Tom said.
"Night."
Bill closed his eyes again and felt ready to drift into sleep any moment now, with Tom's arm securely around him.