With a sudden and soft realization (kind of like getting hit in the face with a pillow), Hayden realized the trailer didn't mean shit when he didn't have someone to share it with. Any of his stuff, his movies or anything. It was like living in a goddamn dollhouse, all his possessions, without a person to show it to. He never watched the movies by himself, he always saw them with someone else. For a moment he felt like his life without other people was completely empty, useless. It passed, and his lack of cares returned. It would come to haunt him again though, he knew, until there was a solution.
"I think I got it" Hayden said, leaning over to sift through the pile of movies. Out from the pile he salvaged Friday the 13th, a classic bit of gold that was good in any situation. Waving it in the air so Cairo could see it for a moment, he walked over and slid it into a player. The movie started, opening credits rolled. He turned to look at his guest, just to see him shamelessly sprawled on the bedspread. Hayden snorted and crawled up next to him, laying at his side and flopping with minimal grace under his arm. His own arm wound around Cairo's shoulders and he leaned to kiss the skin laid bare right before his collar, his neck, his cheek. Blonde strands fell into his eyes as he did, causing him to smile.