Insomnia

DAMAGED OLD

"It okay if I call you Evie?" Maddox asks, sitting down on the couch with a bag full of microwave popcorn. "Fits ya much better."

Evie looks over at him. "I mean... Just don't do it in public."

Maddox looks over at her. Evie sits on the couch with him and steals a handful of his popcorn. "What are we watching?" She asks. "You better not have watched Game of Thrones without me." She accuses.

"No! 'Course not. Plus, you're the one who makes dinner, so I wouldn't risk spiting you."

"Are you really that bad of a cook?" She asks. "It's really not that hard, you just follow the recipe."

"I grew up on Chinese takeout. I have no clue how to cook anything. My last girlfriend had to teach me how to crack an egg." Maddox navigates the TV.

"Is that why you hate Chinese food so much?" She asks.

"It just tastes like grease to me now. Can't stand it." Maddox chuckles a bit. "I'm glad I'm not the only person who's never watched Game of Thrones."

Evie laughs. "I've never had HBO before I moved in with you." She rests her head on his shoulder. He makes a good pillow. She picks up the dog tags off his chest, reading them. She never actually thought the were real, they were just there for aesthetic purposes. But no, they were.

Maddox

Jackson S.

Apparently, he's B positive and Christian.

He gently takes them from her hands and tucks it inside his shirt.

"How long were you in the service?" She asks.

"5 years. Our Humvee was blown up by an IED. I was injured and discharged. I don't like talking about it, sorry."

She shakes her head. "You're fine. I didn't mean to bother you about it."

He nods, absently watching the TV. "I'm not actually Christian, by the way. I just didn't know what to say there."

Evie laughs a bit. "Believe me, I understand that dilemma."

Maddox puts his arm over the back of the couch.

Evie sighs happily. Now this was good. This was... As close to perfect as she could ever get. She'd longed for companionship for so long, just someone to perhaps offer a shoulder when she's watching a movie. It felt so nice to be touched again - not even in a sexual way.

Things suddenly get tense when Daenerys is naked again. It's very evident that Maddox' s current... Celebrity crush is Emilia Clarke.

Deciding, fuck it, Evie just starts laughing. "Do we need to skip this scene? Or do I need to take you by the hand and lead you out?"

He blushes slightly and scratches his face. "No, sorry." He laughs as well. "Dammit," He grins, trying not to fall into hysterics, "I'm really sorry. It has a mind of its own, I swear. The dragon eggs hatched, I know, that's the main thing that they're trying to convey here."

Evie chuckles, looking up at him. "You're a funny man, Mr. Jackson."

He looks down at her, smiling gently. "Yeah... Yeah, I know."

"I thought you didn't have a thing for blondes," she reminds him as he gets a little too close, "right?"

"I... I dunno. I met someone recently, I think they've made me a little partial to it." His head turns ever so slightly. His eyes flicker from her lips to her eyes.

"I told you, I don't like bad boys." She does the same thing, her eyes flash from his lips to his eyes.

"You seem to like me." He murmurs, shifting his weight. He remains a gentleman, refusing to touch her unless given an indication otherwise.