"So Bass, what two and a half hour cheesy tragedy of a movie have you decided to torture me with tonight?"

Bass sauntered into the room looking just a little too proud of himself for his selection, and that worried Miles. It worried Miles a lot actually, but before he could react Bass was waving multiple movies inches away from his nose. Snatching them out of his hand, his curiosity turned into annoyance as he shuffled through the movies Bass had picked.

"Lion King, Tangled, Hercules? Bass aren't these are movies for you know, little kids?"

"You're never too old for a good ol' Disney movie, Miles." Bass said as he gently poked Miles on the nose.

Miles wanted desperately to protest, because I mean c'mon Disney movies?

"Bass those were fine when we were kids, but we're grown adults, why don't we watch something else?"

"But Miles."

Miles hated the way that Bass could get him to do whatever he pleased, but I mean how could you resist? There was just something about the way Bass said things, the way they tugged on you and you felt like you were pleading with a lost puppy.

"Fine Bass."

Bass hurried over to the TV to put the movie in so Miles couldn't change his mind, and then scampered back to the couch so he could crawl under the blankets before Miles turned out the lights.

"Bass I swear you're no more than five years old. You're a cute five year old but you're most definitely a five year old."

Miles began to doze off even before the movie had even started, but was woken up by the noise of Bass attempting to sing along to the opening song from the Lion King.

"Bass I hate to break it to you, but that doesn't sound so much like the song as it sounds like you're having stomach problems."

"You know we could start a band Miles, you could be my backup vocalist. Or my backup dancer, whichever suits you more."

That little wink that went with his snarky comments almost made Miles join in with his singing. Almost. But instead Miles just snorted as he continued to sing, or well, attempt to sing that is, and cracked up even more when Bass tried to hit the high note.

The movie wasn't near as bad as Miles remembered it, and his eyes may have watered a little at Mufasa's death. But that wasn't half as bad as Bass, who at this point was an uncontrollable sobbing mess, and Miles's shirt was getting the front of it. There was something slightly comforting about holding Bass again though. He had forgotten how nice it was to run his fingers through Bass's curls and smell that same old whiskey in his shirt.

The movie was nearing its end however, and Miles was almost excited to put in another. As the credits rolled he waited for Bass to spring up excitedly and stick the next one in, but the screen went black and Bass stayed right where he was. It wasn't until he tried moving out of Bass's hold until he realized that somehow in the midst of the movie Bass had fallen asleep, and the only indication of this was the gentle rise and fall of his chest. Miles gently moved his head and got up quietly, but only to grab the next movie from the shelf and stick it into the vcr player. He moved back to the couch, and crawled back under the blankets with Bass once again.

"I guess you did actually make a good movie choice for once, Bass."