Blue hand quietly finds its way to Merle's; fingers intertwine, slowly, without any reaction from Yondu. And now they're holding hands!
Another bad romantic movie. Yondu held a talent for picking them out, making Merle suffer through them in the theater rather than at home. It was pitch black inside, only sound being the horrible movie going on in the background. Only occasionally did Merle glance toward his husband, who seemed to be glued to the screen, only making the experience far worse.
Hand rested comfortably on the arm rest, body on the verge of falling asleep within the quiet theater. Yet a sudden warmth on his hand brought his attention back over to Yondu. Blue fingers curl around his own, and now the two are holding hands.
Soft smile adorns his lips, head coming to rest on Yondu’s shoulder, offering his hand a gentle squeeze as the movie went on in the background. Head turns slightly, pressing a series of kisses to Yondu’s neck before coming close to his ear.
❛This movie fuckin’ sucks.❜
