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“Alright, sweetheart.” He watches her head to the bathroom before lumbering up to the concession stand to order their drinks. He wasn’t too hungry either, so he figured a small popcorn would suffice. If they got into the movie, then he knows they’ll be wanted to munch on something in order to stave off the anxiety of the thriller. Once he has their drinks in hand and the popcorn tucked against his body, he heads over to wait for her outside of their theater.
Larry seats himself on a bench and plays with his straw for a few moments, pondering the discussion they had on their way here. Despite her reassurances, he still felt extremely guilty for tossing them into a separation and delaying their reconciliation. And part of him wishes she would punch him again. But he supposes that’s his problem. He doesn’t listen to her when she speaks her mind and chooses only what he wants to hear- which is that she hates him and everything is his fault.
Ally walks, with light steps, towards the restrooms as she chews absently at her lower lip with her mind d r i f t i n g a bit. Knowing her husband, he was always prepared, so she was certain that he’d end up getting a little something to at least nibble on during the movie – which they’d probably end up finishing off by the time the credits rolled. It just always seemed to happy that way. Upon pushing the door to the restroom open, she was immensely g r a t e f u l to see that the room was pretty much empty, save for a few young teens that chattered while washing their hands.
Minutes later, she takes her stance in front of the restroom mirror, and begins washing her hands as she continues to let her mind t r a v e l to various things. Though the biggest subject of thought, was of course, their previous conversation while they’d been walking leisurely towards the theater. She knew that Larry tended to dwell on things that he couldn’t change, but that wasn’t anything that she could change, even if she t r i e d. She accepted that. With a sigh, she finishes drying off her hands, mindless, before making her way back out towards the bench of which she’d spotted her husband sitting at. “Oo, you got popcorn too.” She comments with a bright smile.