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Kate had just sat down on her couch and wrapped the blanket around her when there was a knock at her front door. She groaned.

"Use your key!" She yelled.

She heard some grunting and jangling of keys for a while until the door finally swung open.

"Kate!"

"What?" She smiled sweetly at him from the couch as he strained to see over the many bags he had in his arms.

"You could have let me in!"

"I'm comfy."

He shook his head and dumped the bags onto the table in front of her.

"What'd you bring tonight?"

"Chinese, chocolate-chip ice-cream, a bar of fruit and nut chocolate, The Fast and the Furious: Tokyo Drift and… I can't remember the other one."

"You just asked the guy at the video shop to get you a chick flick didn't you?"

"He recommended it!"

"Uh-huh."

"All chick-flicks are the same anyway."

Kate leant forward to take the box of Chinese off the table as he took off his jacket and made them both hot cocoa in her kitchen. She smiled as she watched him move around her kitchen with ease and confidence. She remembered the first time he'd turned up at her place unexpectedly – she'd thought him entirely insane.

FLASHBACK

Kate had just got changed into her pyjamas when she heard a knock on the door. She grabbed her gun and carefully looked through the peephole.

"Tony?" she asked, opening the door.

"The one and only!"

"What are you doing here?"

"Came to watch a movie," he declared, as if it were a natural occurrence. She watched helplessly as he made his way into her house and sprawled on her couch. She shut the door and wrapped her dressing-gown around her more tightly.

"Uh…"

"C'mon Katie! I got you a chick-flick!" He shot her a trademark grin and she rolled her eyes.

"You cannot just assume that because I'm female, I'll like any old chick-flick you pick Tony."

"You don't like chick flicks?"

"Well…"

"I can take it back… we can watch my one – a horror!" His eyes flashed.

"The chick-flick's fine."

He laughed and she put the DVD in and sat next to him on the couch.

END FLASHBACK

Ever since then, he'd turn up every second Friday with food and DVDs and they'd watch them until the early hours of the morning. He'd calculate it into his schedule and cancel any dates or parties planned for one of those particular Fridays. Occasionally, after a particularly tough week, they'd fall asleep watching TV and wake up the next morning with sore joints from sleeping on the couch. They'd just get up and grab breakfast at the café down the street before Tony would go home.

She didn't know how long ago it had stopped being awkward to be touching arms when sitting on the couch and instead she'd not even hesitate to lie her head in his lap or fall against his shoulder. She didn't know how long it had been since they'd had to change video stores because they'd seen all the decent movies at the old one. She didn't know how long ago he'd started leaving spare clothes and toiletries in her bathroom. She didn't know when he'd acquired her spare key.

All she knew was that it had become routine. Without discussing Friday night visits at all, they'd fallen into a rhythm and now it was a regular event. And neither one of them would ever change that.

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