fandomtownies | Movie Sign Theatre 3000 - Saturday afternoon

"I'm sure it'll be very interesting no matter what."

She walked right past the snack bar, a little hurried before ducking back to glance at him.

"Did you want anything? Sorry."

"Nah, popcorn just gets all stuck in my teeth anyway," he said with a shrug. "Even if I could toss it at you."

She rolled her eyes.

"That would make a mess," she pointed out before heading for the usher. She handed over her ticket as the man at the window had told her to before stepping through and waiting for him on the other side of the podium.

"How've you been, by the way? I haven't seen you for a few days."

"And a mess would be a terrible thing," Griff said, directing his comment to the poor usher, lest the man would think he was intending to be that sort of patron.

"I've been around. Not so much as you, judging by what I hear, but I'm good. How'd you end up on radio last night?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't have been there," she muttered with a bit of a grumble. Something occurred to her, however, and she smiled.

"You listened?"

"Yeah, there's a radio in the cabin so I have a listen before bed," he answered, pausing to take a look at the rows of seats. "Always good to know what the squirrels are saying about me."

She rolled her eyes and her lip curled in irritation.

"They said something not all that nice," she admitted, "or at least, that was what was on the paper. I didn't believe it, though."

Fiona looked at the rows of seats as well before turning to Griff.

"You'd know better than I would where we should sit for this kind of thing."

"Middle," he said, leading the way down the isle, but walking sideways to still face her partially.

"And now I wanna know what this paper said about me." And which squirrel was watching.

She followed.

"Just that you and Alex were being 'bitchy' at each other. Hmph. He's been all right in class, but he certainly wasn't very nice to me whenever I tried to talk to him."

She tapped a row that she estimated to be in the 'middle'.

"This one?"

"Sure," he nodded, following down the row to take a seat. "Hilariously enough, I think last night was the best conversation I've had with Karev so far. We're roommates, you know."

She actually winced for half a second before she smirked.

"Well, then. I suppose I'll have to visit. Improve the atmosphere."

She settled beside him and wobbled a little as she wasn't quite prepared for the seat to shift so much for her.

"...is it supposed to do that?"

Griff's eyes widened. "Your chair's not leaning back, is it?"

She pushed a little more and it did move, but it was a strange position for her and she looked a little red for not knowing she was supposed to sit like that. She'd never been in a chair that sat this far back; it had to be bad for the posture, she thought.

"Sorry. These are kind of strange, but I guess it makes sense. It's so we can see the screen, right?"

Woe, for his attempt to mess with her had failed. "Or take a nap during the previews," he said, leaning back. "I used to jump in for free movies a lot back before I realized they could sense it."

"Well, you got into this one for free, didn't you?" she teased before settling into the seat a little more comfortably.

"That said, despite the fact that I was woken by squirrels, I'm not going to nap. I'd rather not miss anything."

She reached out, looking for his hand. It was getting to be a habit, and part of her wondered if it was just a different sort of addiction but she reminded herself that there was another word when it came to people that she could use.

Affection.

"I needed this after yesterday."

Holding her hand was easy He'd gotten used to her need for proximity and touch and leaned his shoulder toward her. "Yesterday meaning the part where you went to the Principal's office?"

She gave his hand a slight squeeze, part 'wince' part 'thank you'.

"Yeah. That part. I don't think I've been that nervous... well, for a while."

A couple of months, anyway.

"But she was pretty good about things. I explained about my dad's family and she didn't seem to think it would be a problem. Dinah came with me to make sure I would be all right."

"Yeah, she seemed approachable at the picnic," Griff said, not that he'd approached the principal, but he would.

"You know, as much as I've heard the name on radio, I don't think I know Dinah." Even if he was pretty sure she was in Criminal Justice.

"I'll have to introduce you sometime. She's... she's probably one of my best friends here. I've told her everything and she still likes me so--"

Which brought to mind the fact that she hadn't told Griff everything.

"I mean--" she swore mildly in French before pausing a minute to try and figure out how to put it without making things worse.

"You're one of my best friends too," she finally said.

Griff chuckled a little confusedly, "And being friends makes you get creative with your French?"

She blushed red and let her hair slip forward to block her eyes.

"I just realized there was some stuff I hadn't told you yet. And I didn't want you to think it was because you aren't one of my best friends here."

She tucked a curl back to give a wry grin.

"And it wasn't that creative. Just a little archaic."

Her French textbooks were rather ancient, after all, and contained all those useful and interesting vocabulary words.

"Hey, there's some stuff I've left off, too, but that doesn't mean we're less of friends for it." But she knew more than anyone else so far, which was something.

That, oddly enough, made her feel better.

"I just don't want to lie," she admitted quietly. She turned her head to look him full in the face and she was utterly serious.

"I don't ever want to lie to you."

The previews started.

Ignoring the previews for a moment, he lowered his voice a little. "There's a difference between wanting to lie and needing to."

This was something he had to believe, lying as he'd been for so many years. "Don't worry about lying to me."

Fiona turned her head and had to bite her tongue. Yes, there was a difference between wanting to lie and needing to, but she didn't care. Not when lies had cut her so deeply. Not when honesty seemed to come so few and far between.

A moment had her wondering if he'd lied to her, but something said that she would have known. He hadn't. Their moment on the beach and their moment in the woods remained pure in her mind.

"I won't," she said, her own voice low as his had been, "I'd rather you were angry with me than lie to you."

She almost left it there before squeezing his hand.

"I trust you."

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