They rolled through the film that turned out to be a surprising turn to Vaughan. 

He had pinned Myles to be someone who maybe enjoyed documentaries, or military films, or -he hoped to goodness not- religious extremist films. 

 But was honestly thrown off by the wizards and elves and dwarves.

Even more surprised when, his attention more to Myles at this point than the screen,  Myles seemed to be completely engrossed in any and all romantic entanglements- even imagined romantic entanglements!  

Vaughan refused to admit his childhood past time of rewriting endings, or poor favorite character outcomes, and refused even more so to give hint that maybe a tiny part of him still did this subconsciously even today with stories he very much loved.

Myles held no such guilt, rewriting aloud the dwarf/elf relationship as a full blown love. Vaughan said it was  bit of a stretch, which threw Myles into another intense rant pointing out subtle nuances gifted throughout the duration of the film. 

"Is it so hard to believe," he had grinned over to Vaughan at one point, his leg now on the couch, toes occasionally tickling Vaughans thigh which he couldn't help but be hyper fixated on, but didn't dare move away," that a dwarf and elf could fall in love?"

"It isn't so much their race," Vaughan had created the perfect nest with the pillows and was hugging one to his chest in earnest, comfortable enough to have toed off his socks and his toes wiggled as he watched the screen," It just- there is so little going on to support the claim! A few looks to one another, a meal shared, and support during a battle. How does that equal to love?"

Myles drummed his fingers on the arm of the couch turning his gaze to the screen as did Vaughan.

"Sometimes it is something so little that makes love spark. Seeing someone for who they are, being amazed by just them, wanting to encourage their growth, their self, the amazing talents they share," Myles' words trailed off and Vaughan felt that he was speaking about more than just the movie.

Feeling emboldened he found himself whispering, somehow drawn to that far away look in the others dark eyes," I fear I have never felt such a thing."

Why had he wanted those eyes on him? For once they were turned to him he felt pinned.

"It's not too late," eventually was the only response. 

He noted that even Myles fingers had stilled for the interaction, before resuming a faster beat, eyes focusing on the screen.

The atmosphere didn't linger, soon a comedic break happened and the movie lightened with the end of its story, bringing a soft smile to Vaughan's face. He loved stories, in all forms, though writing was his expression of choice. 

"I feel I quite enjoy a light hearted ending, despite the popularity of bittersweet and wanting," Vaughan commented as the music began to kick cluing the closing of the film.

Which threw them into a rather long discussion past the end of the credits in the first film and had Myles jumping up like a boy to the shelf of films to throw on another that was a 'true heart wrencher' according to Myles and Vaughan found himself rather enjoying the others enthusiasm.

It was rather entertaining to see a man, who must tower around 6' and who normally wore such stern expressions become so animated and energetic.

When he first sat with the other he had initially questioned what he had gotten himself into.

It ended up, what he got himself into was actually –

"Quite nice."

"What was that?" Vaughan jerked, cheeks heating as he was pulled from his reverie. He hadn't realized he was speaking out loud and bit his lip as Myles looked to him quizzically.

This was why he was best spending time alone!

Too often his mind wandered, and he ended up saying the oddest things, or doing socially unacceptable actions or-

"I was between if you where talking about the cookies- or the vampires," Myles offered a thankful avenue of escape from the awkwardness, and Vaughan felt himself relax, a small smile quirking his lips as his tense shoulders lowered meeting Myle's eyes which were surprisingly soft compared to what Vaughan had been accustomed his way.

He was about to respond before he paused, sputtered, and choaked out," Wha-the vampires?!?"

The grin grew, as Vaughan turned his eyes to the screen of scantly dressed vampires just in time for the two male protagonists to lock lips.

"Oh?" Myles voice was light," I thought surely you were saying the cookies- since you just ate the last one."

"Yes the cookies!" Vaughan jumped, cheeks and ears hot red as he grabbed the empty plate," I-its quite nice that there are so many ! I wanted to get more! Yes. More cookies!"

Myles stood as well, pausing the movie and running a hand through his hair before seeming to realize his beard was well grown in and rubbed at his chin," Well. I could use a glass of milk, too, so let us visit the kitchen then."

Vaughan lead the way, the back of his neck hot under a gaze he knew was on him.

Feeling pressured to have something fill the silence between them, he cleared his throat," You seem to be . . . well. Relaxed?"

He glanced over his shoulder as he rounded the corner to the kitchen, catching the raised brow.

"Relaxed?"

"You're face," he said and at the increased confusion he spluttered," I mean-ugh"

His shoulders sagged as he set the empty plate and glass down, with a great sigh.

"My-face?"

Vaughan avoided eye contact, gazing at the others socked feet as he danced his own toes on the cool tile, pulling at his sleeve nervously.

"I mean," he tried again," I'm sorry. I just feel. This is the first time-"

"First time I have been relaxed with you?"

Vaughan blinked up to him, nodding wide eyed to the taller man before busying himself with refilling the plate, glass, and grabbing one for Myles as well while popping a cookie in his mouth to, hopefully, give reason for his lack of conversation. 

This is why he didn't have many friends! This is why he liked to work from home! This is why he shouldn't have sat with the man! This is why all interviews where suppose to be pre-planned Q and A and why-

"Sorry," Vaughan blinked, cookie still in his mouth as the other grabbed the glasses, raising them in a sort of motion for Vaughan to follow and grab the cookie plate. He did, cookie in his mouth still inhibiting any speech, now walking along side Myles looking up to him curiously.

"I- know I can be a bit," a hand with glass waved a bit, almost sloshing the contents over so he stopped in the gesture and instead he rolled his shoulder, " I always had trouble with the social thing. I mean- I don't know." Another shrug as they entered the dark hall," My sister was always the social one."

Vaughan blinked to the dark shadows cast on the other mans face as the other one continued to try and explain himself," I , um, I understand I may have developed a poor habit of casting judgement early. . .Amelia reminds me constantly. . ."

His voice trailed off, and Vaughan wondered if those eyes held sadness at the mention of his sister.

A particular large flash of light illuminated the hall, and past Myles shoulder the tall ornamental lamp for just a moment appeared like a figure-tall and slender.

Myles must have seen something in his face, because he leaned over switching the light on.

They stood for a moment, Vaughan trying to recall breath, and Myles face once again closed off to him as he observed the shorter man.

Finally," Are you frightened of the dark?"

Vaughan, who had somehow been lost in the depth of his nightmare, pulled to Myles once again intense gaze and he furrowed his brows, scowling to the other, shaking his head huffing.

He was not some small child!

"Thunderstorms?" The other pushed, and Vaughan became more flustered, so he shook his head, stomping back to the movie waiting for them.

He set down the plate of cookies on the coffee table, taking the cookie in his mouth biting into it and munching annoyed as Myles set his glass on the coffee table next to him before relaxing back into the other side of the couch obviously waiting for Vaughan to settle back again.

His mouth was empty, but he didn't know what to say. How to explain so much to Myles? Not just of his departed family, of Xavier, of his guilt to his brother, at his guilt to himself.

"Lets watch the movie."

Vaughan looked to Myles, who was now picking up the remote pointing it to the television to continue the sensual romance between the two vampires.

"You don't have to explain everything to me," the darker colored man grunted," just as I do not have to explain everything to you. I'm just. . .sorry if at times I can be. . . difficult."

Vaughan settled himself delicately to the little pile of pillows he had created, and nestled in comfortably.

A moment not really watching the two vampires begin fighting an intruder, but more so observing the dark haired man out the corner of his eye. He pulled at his sleeve cuff nibbling his lip.

"Thanks."

Myles flit his gaze over to him briefly before returning to the screen.

"Don't see any reason to thank me- but I suppose you are welcome. For respecting the most basic rule of your privacy and your personal space. Not that it should be anything  So. Lets just enjoy the movie- until your tired. I don't think I can go back to bed at this point."

After a moment," I don't think I can either."

"Right?" Myles was grinning again, eyes still not leaving the screen," I mean, how can you want to leave it off now?!? His past lover just entered the scene, and his boyfriend didn't even know! Not to mention he turned his boyfriend, so there will be a LOT going down."

Vaughan laughed a little shaking his head," you really do like this stuff, don't you?"

"Why not?" Myles grin became larger," because I'm a big ol' mean-" his smile slipped from his face, and once again gained that stoic empty look.

Vaughan found himself wanting to inquire to it, but remembered Myles earlier avenue he gifted and thought the least he could do was something of similar measure.

"Big ol' mean pile of muscle?" He tried and earned a snort from the other

"OOOR," he drew out," someone who generally looks stuck between constipation or irritation."

A slight choke on his milk and Myles turned to him," Well excuse me if I ever feel the need to compliment you, I will surely suppress such urges."

"Apparently," Vaughan's mouth was moving now, clearly not getting the memo it should stop," such urges are not becoming of you, ever, and so we have no need to concern ourselves with your suppression of them."

Another snort.

"I would like to remind you," Myles was smirking, so the annoyed tone fell short," that despite the fact I may not constantly stroke your larger than life ego, oh great author, I also fail to see when I have done anything to diminish it."

"Aaah," he pressed, not sure why he continued other than the levity of the conversation helped diminish the memory of the nightmare that had been his past, of the shadows that reached for him, of the rain that deafened his hearing.

Vaughan was grateful for the distraction, and also found himself rather enjoying the light banter, despite it not moving any more past the vampires and ridiculous narrative. 

He never took Myles to be someone who was so enthusiastic about fantasy romance flicks, especially rather over the top fantasy romance flicks, but it was not terrible.

Not terrible at all. 

And in fact, even once he had lulled off into the pillows when the Boyfriends ex reveled his own tragic past and lost love, and the new boyfriend forgave him for his secrets, and then allowed the ex to pass on, a story was tickling the back of his half asleep mind.

A story with a tall intense man, with dark eyes that held a flame in them.

Vaughan reasoned, before he fell completely into the world of dream, that he could question the muse for this later.