"I think I remember being promised food. Like, very distinctly."
Ross wore a cheeky grin, having already let himself into Arin and Suzy's house, knowing that he was invited and more than welcome. He'd already spotted Suzy camped out on the couch and headed in that direction, deciding to pause just at the edge of the sofa, cocking his hip to the side to press against the armrest for support. He crossed his arms over his chest, giving the other a considering look, not quite swaying any closer from where he stood.
"Where're the goods, Berhow? And I don't mean your goods." Ross's grin morphed into a smirk as he threw in an exaggerated eyebrow wiggle before he laughed a little, unable to keep that one up for very long. Ross went lax, his midsection turning to jelly so he could lean over the armrest with a carefully placed hand on the couch cushions and give Suzy a quick peck on the cheek.
(He would've gone for the mouth, but Ross didn't know where that crappy joke landed him.)
"No Arin tonight?" He asked in a mumble, head turning to glance down the hall for a second where he guessed the missing husband was. Either that, or locked away in the office still. This wasn't all that uncommon. They were all busy people and sometimes one or two of them would be too busy to chill and unwind. At this point in time, Ross could feel a physical need to cuddle and de-stress, so when he got Suzy's texts, he wasn't one to deny the invite for a movie night. That, and who could really say 'no' to Suzy?