[ The kiss shouldn't surprise her, really, but considering they're in the Up — in her apartment, which is no doubt as monitored as the halls — it does. But it's the sort of surprise that has her melting a little as his hands cradle her face, her own empty hand lifting to catch his wrist as she kisses him back. She smiles as he pulls away, though her eyes are a little slow to open, basking in the moment as she is.
Poe's comment, however, pulls her out of it with an amused huff and she elbows him gently as she passes by, heading for the kitchen. ] Are you kidding? It's cookies and ice cream and pizza every night here in the Fray household.
[ Except when she opens the fridge to put in the drinks, grabbing two before letting the door close, there's plenty of healthier options stockpiled in there as well. Just because she has a sweet tooth doesn't mean she indulges in it all the time; her mom made sure she had a balanced diet and even on her own here, no Institute to supply her with food while her mother's indisposed, she embraces that philosophy.
Turning back towards Poe, she offers one of the beverages. ]
So what kind of movie are you in the mood for? Whatever it is, I hope you brought it, because I'm pretty sure the only channels I get are porn. And that weird, naked news one.
[ He's seen enough of Clary's place to know that she's not that bad, though he's obviously much more inclined to invite her over to his place. As young and impulsive as she is she's also probably a lot more reasonable than he was at her age, so he's not judging her too harshly anyway. His late teens and early twenties were — anything but reasonable, to say the least. In any case he's just making casual, off-handed small talk out of habit, because otherwise the silence would feel way too heavy. If he wanted to sit around and brood over basically nothing he could easily have done that alone. ]
I'll find something for us.
[ Honestly he's probably not going to be paying very much attention to it anyway, but having some background noise that isn't sexual to the point of distraction will be nice. And he's had practice flipping through the channels, he did spend quite a few months in one of these apartments after all. Not that he spent too much of that time watching movies, most of that time's been split between the arcade and the garage.
He'll accept the bottle from her and make his way over to the couch, glancing around for a remote before he settles in. ]
Of course. You know you're welcome over any time, Poe. [ With very few exceptions, of the variety she's not too inclined to mention to him.
Obviously, Poe has other sexual partners than her, not to mention Finn and Gwen, and they're only friends with some seriously wonderful benefits, Clary still doesn't feel the need nor have the desire to bring up anyone else she might sleep with. Not that she particularly wants to keep anything from him, more just that when she's with him, sometimes she forgets that other people exist.
The remote is easy enough to spot, sitting on the coffee table beside the pizza box. If Poe hasn't found it by the time Clary circles around to the couch as well, she'll offer it to him as she sits down — angled towards the spot he'll surely take, one elbow on the back of the sofa, feet pulled up beneath her. She doesn't settle into the middle spot, though she also doesn't tuck into the corner, leaving him the option of some space between them or sitting close enough that her knees could end up resting in his lap. ]
And though you definitely don't ever need an excuse, you know I'm here for you if you need to talk about something, right?
[ It's an open invitation but if he doesn't take her up on it, she'll let it drop. At least for the time being. She doesn't want to press but she is curious and, more than that, wanting to make sure he's okay. Because something's definitely off and it's making the small pit of concern in her belly twist further. ]
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Poe's comment, however, pulls her out of it with an amused huff and she elbows him gently as she passes by, heading for the kitchen. ] Are you kidding? It's cookies and ice cream and pizza every night here in the Fray household.
[ Except when she opens the fridge to put in the drinks, grabbing two before letting the door close, there's plenty of healthier options stockpiled in there as well. Just because she has a sweet tooth doesn't mean she indulges in it all the time; her mom made sure she had a balanced diet and even on her own here, no Institute to supply her with food while her mother's indisposed, she embraces that philosophy.
Turning back towards Poe, she offers one of the beverages. ]
So what kind of movie are you in the mood for? Whatever it is, I hope you brought it, because I'm pretty sure the only channels I get are porn. And that weird, naked news one.
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I'll find something for us.
[ Honestly he's probably not going to be paying very much attention to it anyway, but having some background noise that isn't sexual to the point of distraction will be nice. And he's had practice flipping through the channels, he did spend quite a few months in one of these apartments after all. Not that he spent too much of that time watching movies, most of that time's been split between the arcade and the garage.
He'll accept the bottle from her and make his way over to the couch, glancing around for a remote before he settles in. ]
Thanks, by the way. For inviting me over.
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Obviously, Poe has other sexual partners than her, not to mention Finn and Gwen, and they're only friends with some seriously wonderful benefits, Clary still doesn't feel the need nor have the desire to bring up anyone else she might sleep with. Not that she particularly wants to keep anything from him, more just that when she's with him, sometimes she forgets that other people exist.
The remote is easy enough to spot, sitting on the coffee table beside the pizza box. If Poe hasn't found it by the time Clary circles around to the couch as well, she'll offer it to him as she sits down — angled towards the spot he'll surely take, one elbow on the back of the sofa, feet pulled up beneath her. She doesn't settle into the middle spot, though she also doesn't tuck into the corner, leaving him the option of some space between them or sitting close enough that her knees could end up resting in his lap. ]
And though you definitely don't ever need an excuse, you know I'm here for you if you need to talk about something, right?
[ It's an open invitation but if he doesn't take her up on it, she'll let it drop. At least for the time being. She doesn't want to press but she is curious and, more than that, wanting to make sure he's okay. Because something's definitely off and it's making the small pit of concern in her belly twist further. ]