You’d probably have to sell that loft of yours. I’m sure your writer’s earnings are still not enough to pay for these sheets if you were to ever grease them, Humphrey. The opening credits aren’t even over yet and she’s already reaching for the popcorn, eyes on the screen. Their shoulders touch and Dan briefly ponders how much this is a far cry from the Blair-imposed two seat rule from a few months prior. He takes off his shoes and scoots next to her, over the covers.ĭan laughs “Just play the movie, Waldorf.” “What time did you leave Brooklyn? Isn’t traffic supposed to be hellish at this hour?” Blair questions, takes a bite of her sweet, but Dan can see her sniffing the popcorn. Once he’s back in her bedroom, Blair has already put Nights of Cabiria on and was back in bed, remote in one hand and macaroni in the other. He doesn’t want to dwell too much in what he thinks it’s an appreciative expression from Dorota when she says “Have nice night, Mr. He takes out one last item “Mind if I use your microwave?” He shows the popcorn to her and she makes a point to roll her eyes “If you must.”ĭan goes downstairs and Dorota helps him fetch a large enough bowl for two to eat it from. He shakes his head and tries to hide his grin when her eyes light up. He leaves it at her nightstand, doesn’t say anything else.įrom the other bag there’s macaronis of at least five different colors. He also pulls out a copy of the current issue of the’ 'New Yorker’, his latest piece published. Her smile begins to reach her eyes, and Dan breathes again. They could easily watch them on Netflix, but it’s not nearly as special. His personal collection, containing the movies they were gonna watch it on Saturday. He puts the bags down, pulls out three DVDs from one of them. He chuckles “If you don’t go to Fellini, Fellini comes to you.”ĭan approaches her bed, notices how her big brown eyes follow his steps. He lifts his arms up, one bag in each hand. Dan looks at her and has no idea that this would be the last time he would not say anything about Blair’s red, swollen eyes. She’s behind her covers, silk velvet robe covering her shoulders and arms. “What are you doing here?” Her tone doesn’t bite. The nagging turns to concern after it’s Tuesday and he hasn’t heard anything from her in three days.ĭan arrives at the penthouse in the early evening, Dorota gives him a pointed look and he heads upstairs. He doesn’t go to the screenings but he keeps her ticket. He says “ yeah, no problem.” But something nags at him in the back of his head. The smile from two days prior turns into a frown. On Saturday morning he wakes up with a text “ Something came up. He doesn’t realize the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he types this. He says that it doesn’t even begin to cover for the money he had spent on her ticket or all the times he bought the popcorn before. On Thursday night she says yes, agrees to pay for the popcorn this time. ’ La Strada’, ‘Nights of Cabiria’ and 'La Dolce Vita’ are on queue. He has two tickets for a Fellini marathon on a Saturday afternoon at the Walter Reade. ![]() He replies that it’s natural talent and Dan practically imagines the scoff that comes out as soon as she reads it. In the back of his mind he feels like he knows he got it after a road trip and a reality check inside his father’s car (“ You’re a writer! When was the last time you wrote something?”). “ You still ramble way too much Humphrey, but this is passable. He was surprised when the reply came at 2:30AM. The first he sends on an e-mail at 2AM, needing to at least have her receive it as soon as he had finished it. It doesn’t even begin as a request, once he gets his groove back and golden hair no longer clouds his thoughts and judgment, his mind grants him access to deeper things once more. What he didn’t know still was when he started caring about her happiness so much. Her tone is sharper than his, but he starts to notice is not meant to hurt anymore. “And you shouldn’t let Serena Van Der Woodsen snap her fingers and you’re there with your tail wagging.” “You shouldn’t let Chuck Bass define what your life should be, Blair.” They get the habit of always telling the truth. ![]() He’s not sure, but he’ll be dead before he asks her. He notices he’s eating a lot more of gourmet lately, or whatever the hell gourmet is. If movie night happens to be at the loft (in which they never schedule but ends up being religiously on Thursdays) they always order pizza and she’s tasked with the toppings. ![]() They always seem to find their way to his loft after every movie, engrossed in discussion and he swears he’s never seem Blair Waldorf walk the streets of Wiliamsburg so freely. “ No one is forcing you to eat the thing, Waldorf.” He always buys the popcorn and puts too much butter “ My fingers are always greasy after, Humphrey. One of the many things he finds interesting in this new found not-friendship they develop is how quickly they fall into small habits.
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