“I don’t get this obsession over Buffy.” Tommy yawns as some episode or another plays on Merton’s television late one Friday night.
Merton turns to him, his hand paused halfway to his mouth with a handful of popcorn. Instead, he tosses it at Tommy. “Bite your tongue, heathen.” He scoffs in incredulity. “There is nothing greater than the magnificence that is Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”
Despite the laugh he only barely manages to hold back, Tommy still doesn’t seem convinced. “Please, we lead more interesting lives than that, Mert.” He tosses his arm over the back of the couch, around Merton’s shoulders.
“How so?”
“Ugh, let’s see. Your best friend is a werewolf. We’ve beaten vampires, other werewolves, ancient mummies, Gorgons, witches and warlocks, Death, an alien who used you as a human incubator… Do I need to go on here?” He waves a dismissive hand at the TV screen. “We’re so much better.”
Merton pauses, considers this for a moment. “This is true.”
“It is. And,” Tommy grins, as he looms over Merton with a grin on his face. “I think I much prefer you over Sarah Michelle Gellar, believe it or not.”
Merton shuts off the television, turning his attention to Tommy, whose lips are on his before he can respond. “I’m beginning to come around to your side of things.” He lets his hands wander under Tommy’s shirt. “Who needs Buffy?”
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Merton turns to him, his hand paused halfway to his mouth with a handful of popcorn. Instead, he tosses it at Tommy. “Bite your tongue, heathen.” He scoffs in incredulity. “There is nothing greater than the magnificence that is Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”
Despite the laugh he only barely manages to hold back, Tommy still doesn’t seem convinced. “Please, we lead more interesting lives than that, Mert.” He tosses his arm over the back of the couch, around Merton’s shoulders.
“How so?”
“Ugh, let’s see. Your best friend is a werewolf. We’ve beaten vampires, other werewolves, ancient mummies, Gorgons, witches and warlocks, Death, an alien who used you as a human incubator… Do I need to go on here?” He waves a dismissive hand at the TV screen. “We’re so much better.”
Merton pauses, considers this for a moment. “This is true.”
“It is. And,” Tommy grins, as he looms over Merton with a grin on his face. “I think I much prefer you over Sarah Michelle Gellar, believe it or not.”
Merton shuts off the television, turning his attention to Tommy, whose lips are on his before he can respond. “I’m beginning to come around to your side of things.” He lets his hands wander under Tommy’s shirt. “Who needs Buffy?”