"A movie? Not the news, though, I refuse to listen to the news." Waylen ran his hands through his hair, the damp curls slowly beginning to dry. With the t-shirt, the tattoo sleeve on his arm was in full view. It definitely hadn't been there in high school, and was just another change that had happened since then.
Finn didn't acknowledge the new tattoo. He admired the handiwork every now and then when it caught his eye, but that was really it. Waylen seemed like the type to have a tattoo like that, so he didn't question it too much. Not to mention he had a feeling that he'd get too much of an ego boost if he said anything about it. "Okay, a movie, then. I've got a whole hell of a lot of horror ones downloaded to my laptop, or we can just see what's on TV right now. I'll let you choose since you've got hypothermia now." He snickered.
He narrowed his eyes. "I don't have hypothermia. Dick." He retorted, shifting to sit up straight and grab the tv remote, clicking through the channels. He did not want the intimacy of sitting close to Finn to watch something on the other man's laptop, as tempting as horror movies sounded right now.
Finn just shrugged with a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. "Eh, we'll see." He sat back, watching Waylen scroll through the sparse channels provided by the motel. "Unless you're the type for Friends reruns or Dora the Explorer, I don't think you'll find anything decent."
Waylen grimaced, finally turning off the TV. "Fine, then. Let's watch something on your laptop, then." he said, shaking his head a little bit and looking over at Finn. "You'll have to come over here, I'm not moving." he did move, though it was only to make room for Finn on the couch.
Finn sighed heavily. "Fine." He reluctantly rose from his spot on the bed, grabbing his laptop from the bedside table and sitting on the couch a good four feet away from Waylen. He'd downloaded his favorites before he left to board his plane, as well as a couple new ones that he'd watched on the way over- all of which he thoroughly enjoyed, so he figured he'd let Waylen take his pick once again.
Waylen crossed his legs, taking another sip of water and waiting for Finn to be ready to start the movie. After all, Waylen did have some manners. Or at least, he tried to. Sometimes.
He passed his laptop across the nearly too-big gap between them to set it on Waylen's lap. "Go on then, pick one. I've already seen them all and they're all good, so…" Finn shrugged with a small chuckle. "And also you nearly froze to death in the rain."
He sighed loudly at Finn's final comment, but did not relinquish the laptop, scrolling through until he had selected a movie. He set the laptop on the coffee table so that they could both see, and clicked play, leaning back in his seat, legs still crossed.
Finn settled in, leaning against the arm of the couch and glancing out the window before designating his attention to the movie. The rain was still coming down just as heavily as before, unfortunately, though the harsh pitter-patter on the roof and windows were soothing background noise, fitting the atmosphere perfectly.
Waylen hoped the rain let up soon, so that he could go to the main office before it closed. If he didn't get there in time, then…would he have to stay with Finn for a night? He grimaced at the thought. That sounded like a nightmare.
(gasp and there was only …one bed.)
Finn relaxed more and more as the movie played, easily falling back into the comforting albeit terrifying storyline. Watching the cast continuously make horrible decisions and split up, he even felt his eyelids began to get heavy. He absolutely refused to doze off right now, though. He didn’t care if he had to hold his eyes open, he would not.
(skshdjdbhsd)
Waylen tapped his heel quietly as they watched the movie, not speaking to Finn as the rain continued to patter down. At this rate, it would be going all fucking night. Great. Maybe when the movie was over he would brave the cold and rain to go to the main office and talk to the manager.
Of course, there were other ways that Waylen could still brave the rain; Finn had an umbrella that he could use if he really wanted to, but he would likely still get wet with how hard the rain was coming down. Eh, he’d bring it up once the movie was over. For now, he was content to listen to the screams of the idiotic teenagers onscreen.
Waylen ran his hands through his hair, closing his eyes for just a moment and then reopening them, resting his hands on his knees as he continued to watch the movie. When one of the characters brought out a gun, his eyes narrowed a bit, hands tightening on his knees and gaze flickering away. He didn't want to turn it off but he always did not want to spiral. Shit. He couldn't remember if he'd ever told Finn what his father had done when he was younger.
(sfkbsjdfkgbj not me realizing most horror movies have guns in them lmao)
(pfft-)
Finn was absolutely clueless to his reaction, continuing to watch the movie as if nothing was wrong. If Waylen had ever told him about his past, he couldn’t remember it- which likely meant that he’d never told him. It wasn’t something that you just… forgot about. He pulled his knees up to his chest, eyes glued to the screen as he leaned on his legs.
Waylen grimaced for a moment, shaking his head and sighing. He flinched faintly at each gunshot, hands curling into fists on his legs. Shit. He had forgotten the propensity for horror movies to use guns, and now…well. He couldn't back out now, not in front of Finn, not without losing face.
Finn, ever oblivious, still had no idea. He was immersed too deeply in the movie to notice anything out of the ordinary. Waylen had chosen to watch a horror movie, anyway, so Finn had assumed he’d be fine with… well, a horror movie. Knowing nothing about his past trauma, either, he didn’t bother glancing over to check on him.
He could hear his therapist in his head, encouraging him to say something. After all, if he didn't say something, Finn would never know. But that was the point. Finn wasn't supposed to know because Waylen couldn't stand the way people looked at him when he told them about what had happened. What his father had done, that summer he had been five. He rubbed the old scar on his arm, taking a deep breath and letting out slowly. This was good for him, right? Right? Exposure was good?
Finn blinked slowly, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wake himself up. He didn’t often nod off during movies, but it’d been an exhausting day already, and jetlag was beginning to get to him. Glancing over at Waylen, he frowned. The movie seemed to be getting to him. Did he not like horror movies? Why’d he pick one, then? Whatever. He didn’t care, honestly- if it was really freaking him out, he’d say something. It was just a movie, and honestly the gore wasn’t even that convincing. He couldn’t be that scared of the cheap jump scares anyway.
It wasn't the gore that was the problem, nor even the horror movie itself. Just the gun. Eventually he could stand it no more, and reached forward to pause the movie in a quick motion, tearing a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. "Sorry. I just…I think we need to pick a different movie." He said slowly, not looking at Finn as he did his best to get himself under control. So long as there were no more guns, or rolls of thunder, he'd be fine.
Finn had no idea that it was the gun bothering him, just assuming that it was the movie being too scary. “Hm? You scared?” Having no idea that it was a traumatic trigger for him, he defaulted to teasing Waylen for it. “I mean, we can always go back to Dora the Explorer if you’d prefer.” He smirked at him, allowing the movie to be shut off, however.
Waylen gritted his teeth. "Fuck you, Finn." He snapped. "I'm not scared." Just traumatized. In some ways, the trauma was worse because it was one of his earlier memories. He could hardly remember a time before it, and that was worse, somehow.
“Maybe if you beg,” he responded smugly to Waylen’s attempted insult. Regardless, he turned off the movie and picked up his phone. “Yeah, sure. Okay. What do you wanna put on instead, then?” He scrolled aimlessly through social media, not even paying attention to the posts he scrolled past.
He glared at Finn again. "I'll find one." He retorted, scrolling through the available movies that Finn had downloaded. He pulled out his phone to do research about whether or not each movie had guns in it. He didn't want to have to turn it off again.