He was warm and comfortable where he was, uncaring of the press of bare skin on bare skin between them. The blanket hid their relative nudity, and his arm was safe and secure around Steve. There was no sign of danger, no sign of discomfort, and he was all too pleased by that. As far as he was concerned, there were no consequences to being close to Steve save that his friend seemed to get cold feet when they were together and on the verge of feeling good.

"Did we? I haven't been inside a theater in a long time," he said, mostly because he had no memory of being in one. His fingers stroked the small of Steve's back as they companionably watched the film, at ease and warmer than he liked but too comfortable to change it.