Matthew did notice the similarities, and to say that he was surprise would be an understatement. He didn't bother bringing it up, though. It wasn't like he could, not when they were on the topic of what movie they'd be watching. "Yeah?" he asked, his brows raising just a tad. He blinked a little at Edgar's sudden reply that had him turning his gaze back at him. "Ah. Now that you mention it, that's true." He didn't understand why the exorcism movies all typically go the same way. At least, from all the summaries he'd read over the Internet.

And then there it was. Edgar's final selection of the movie. It almost sounded like there was no room for argument when he brought that up. Not that Matthew minded, but he was already feeling the jitters. It was possible he was going to faint halfway through the movie - or if something pops up in the screen. He wouldn't be the least bit surprised if the brothers laugh at him. He'd have been happier with Yuu watching for him while he cast his gaze elsewhere.

"Huh?"

The confused look Matthew wore off the moment he'd seen Bran rubbing the back of his neck and looking sheepish. "Oh," he started, as he chuckled. "That's all right. You must have it harder once Edgar's in one of his mood swings." The male reached out to lightly tap Bran's other arm before he gave it a light squeeze. Once he'd dropped his hand back to his side, he leaned in a little closer.

"By the way." He pursed his lips a little. "If you could keep it to yourself... if I faint any time as the movie plays... wake me up when the movie ends?"

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Yuu sighed for the umpteenth time as he flopped down the couch in the staff room. He leaned his head back, stared up at the ceiling and then glance at the time on the clock hanging on the wall. It was well past 6, and, already, he was hungry. He wasn't sure why but he missed Edgar's cooking. No offense to his brother, the strawberry blond-haired male really is fit to be a chef. His brother? A barista at a coffee shop. He makes the perfect blends, really, just like what he'd created this morning: Hazelnut black coffee made with the finest of beans from Hawaii, and added with just a hint of peppermint.

Shifting to sit up, he reached into his pockets, fished out his phone, and flipped it open before he'd created an SMS to be sent to Edgar: Evening. Won't be coming home tonight. Shift's ending at two in the morning. Once he was finished, he tucked this back into his pocket and looked up just as soon as his co-worker stepped in. That was a sign for him to step out, which he did after exchanging a few words with his co-worker.