Armand gives a little shy nod at Nathan before trying to focus on the TV as well, trying not to look too awkward. "Uhm... Don't worry 'bout it..."

"Alright." He nods, watching a couple minutes of the movie before looking at Armand, quietly. Almost as though he's trying to memorize the other boy's face.

Once Armand calms down again, he becomes enthralled by the movie watching it very intently, amazed at how far special effects have progressed.

With Armand so enamored, he might not notice that Nathan's scootched a little closer to him on the couch, sliently. Still watching him attentively.

Armand, does in fact, notice Nathan's scooching, but decides to keep his mouth shut about it and watch the movie, currently checking out the fine piece of ass that is Chris Evans as Johnny storm.

He pauses when he's just thiiiiis far from touching Armand, silent and uncertain, but there's no mistaking the desire for contact as he sits there.

Armand glances at the now very close Nathan, and decides that a little couch-cuddling isn't going to hurt anything as he leans on the other, nuzzling his shoulder a little.

There's a soft sound of surprise, as almost instinctively, Nathan's arm wraps around Armand, holding him close and warm, nuzzling back just slightly. Not asking anything more than that, a hint of human contact. A moment of touch, of warmth.

The Cajun smiles a little, shifting a bit to make himself a little more comfortable. He smiles playfully at the other. "If ya wanted to cuddle, all ya had to do is just ask, y'know."

His voice is low and cautious, uncertain of himself. "Hey, Armand? D'you want to cuddle?" Glancing over his shoulder at the other with a nervous little smile.

Armand smiles back, an unmistakable pink tint in his cheeks as he snuggles against Nathan's side. "Oui."

He looks at Armand's face, and blushes a little himself. "Sorry, if you're uncomfortable with it or anything, if it's weird, I can scootch over again, you know." Meekly, obviously trying not to hurt Armand's feelings or whatnot. Point of the matter is, Nathan is gay. Most guys would have more trouble cuddling a gay guy.

Armand grins a little at Nathan. "I'm plenty comfortable... Better than concrete." The Cajun replies gently, nuzzling the other a bit. "An' you're really warm..."

"You're warm, too...if a little bit thin. Need to fatten you up for optimal snuggles." He nuzzles back gently and gives a light squeeze to emphasize his words.

Armand pouts a little as he looks up at Nathan. "I ain't that skinny..." He insists stubbornly, before attempting to re-focus on the Fantastic Four.

He runs a hand down one of Armand's sides, counting ribs wordlessly. "Not that skinny, right." Then he lightly tickles the side, to see how squirmy Armand gets--if at all.

Armand squirms, on the verge of flailing as he tries to get away from the tickling hand, effectively pulling himself into Nathan's lap in his determination to flee.

And as he does so, Nathan's arms wrap around him, holding on with a tiny soft growl. "Now I've got you right where I want you, my precious. And I'm not letting go until you say the magic words."

Armand growls back and wiggles around stubbornly for a bit before calming down and pouting at Nathan. "Yeah? An' what're the magic words, huh?"

"You tell me--I'm still figuring them out, myself." He squeezes gently, still smirking, but secretly enjoying the closeness and just the proximity of the Cajun.

Armand fidgets a little, mock-pouting at his captor. "Is it please? It better not be please." He snorts a bit. "'Please is so over done."

"True." He nods, smirking playfully in response to the pout, though there's a moment when he almost tries to look like he has the potential for cruel--it fails miserably. "Tell me the magic words."

Armand grins playfully and puts his arms around the other's neck. "Yeah? An' what if I don't wanna Mon ami?"

"Then I'm keeping you here forever and ever, and I'll never let you go." It's almost tender, that whispered threat, as his eyes meet Armand's, full of fire and warmth.

The Cajun manages to hold Nathan's stare for juuuuust a moment or two before blushing brightly and glancing down shyly, not expecting his bluff to be called.