i am moana of motunui

Alright. He was ... gonna do this. A week ago he told himself he was going to stop avoiding people and actually show up. Wei was one of the few people Hal kept in contact with when he started dodging social responsibilities. He needed to get his shit together first but there were a few people he could trust enough to keep in contact when he felt alone. Wei just happened to be one of them, and while he felt a bit guilty having to hide his depression from any of his closest friends he couldn't imagine dragging Wei into one of his existential bullcrap.

Thing is, Hal was just a few steps away from Wei's door when the panic sunk in. While the thing with Claire went okay in the end, it wasn't all smooth going when he'd tried to explain himself. The last few months were spent avoiding having to see be around people in extended periods and he just finally agreed to push through with movie night. What if... Wei was actually really upset with him all this time? No, no, no, stop. Don't think like that. This is Wei. He'd understand.

Psyching himself up a last time, he skipped forward to the monkey boy's room, already left open. He knocked on the door, leaning in just past the doorframe with the most decent smile he could muster. "Knock, knock? We all set already?".

Seeing Wei's happy face and his overexcited flailing eased a little bit of Hal's anxieties away. The last few days were probably more than just anxiety-filled, what with trying to make peace with his personal demons and also patching up with a few friends. In all honestly he was expecting a full-on tackle hug from him, but even he knew he'd probably topple over anyway and probably break something; that was yet another thing he'd remember to thank him for.

Hal let a grin spread over his face, while he lightly pushed Wei's face away from his with a finger on his nose. "Yes, I can see you're up and about. My glasses are new enough to see that," he said jokingly as he leaned over the doorframe. ""And yeah, sorry about missing out for a while. I got real busy trying to catch up on school work, you know?" He shrugged. It was no lie; he did have a lot to make up for in school -- it was his last year in high school after all. He couldn't afford to be held back if his parents were to be his judge. Though he was sure some people would have different ideas about it.

His eyes moved a little past Wei into the room, trying to look at what the little monky had set up or the two of them, before turning back to him, "So what's the plan for tonight, ol' buddy?"

Hal wasn't sure if he was thinking too much into it, or the way Wei seemed to be acting made him a little anxious. Overthinking, too much overthinking, he scolded himself. He needs to do something with that; him worrying too much was what got him into that mess in the first place.

Hal's gaze followed Wei's hands to the inside of his room where he already had everything set up. He was about to ask something about the movie, not having seen it before since isolation until something clicked to him. "Wait, hold on, fifty?" Unbelievable. Hal stared at him with wide eyes, "Wei, you're not allowed to spoiler me in the middle of the movie," he commanded, looking rather serious than the situation could allow.

Hal struggled to keep a straight face in front of that display, trying to keep the dignified air but after a small twitch of his lips, he burst into chuckles, lightly punching Wei on the shoulder for the good laugh. "'Course you wouldn't. So I brought a few snacks too in case there wouldn't be enough," he said, patting the bag slung over to his side.

"So well, I obviously didn't come here to just stand around here, did I? let's go, let's go!" Hal closed the door with his foot after them, making a little noise from it slamming back into the frame but Hal barely even flinched as he ushered his friend into their little nest.

Hal followed after him into the pile of pillows, pulling out a couple of containers of oatmeal bars, crisps with dips inside before snuggling comfortably in his seat until he was settled. "All set! Ready when you are."

Hal would be lying if he said the movie wasn't remotely interesting, he'd be lying if he said the music wasn't great, or if he said the screenplay was bad, or if he said the script was terrible. But no matter how much he tried, the longer the movie went on, the lack of other thoughts playing in his mind made room for bad thoughts.

He figured actually talking might help and he threw a few random ones under his breath, just enough for Wei to hear. He gave quiet chuckles a few times, saying how he liked Moana's grandmother, that Maui was a grade A jerk, making fun of the chicken a few times; neither he nor Wei seemed to think it was anything off about his voice sounding a little lifeless.

Hal was almost convinced he was going be fine for the rest of the movie but it was a little midway when he just... stopped talking. If Wei turned to look at him, Hal was just staring off into space, barely even looking at the screen anymore. He was just absentmindedly chewing into the slice of bread.