Once the dishes were all in the sink, and the leftovers were put away in the fridge, they moved onto the bed. Not necessarily to have sex (although Lane was hoping things would progress that way later), but simply because there was no place for a couch in Damien's tiny studio apartment, so the bed was the only way they could get a bit more comfortable. There was also no TV, so Damien turned on his laptop so that they could watch a movie together on its tiny screen.
As Damien had no subscription to any of the streaming services, Lane logged in to his - that is, Oscar's - account.
"Since tomorrow is Valentine's Day… Should we watch some romance?" he suggested.
"But… you don't like it, do you?"
"Eh, I don't hate it," Lane shrugged his shoulders. "And you like it, don't you?"
