Terminator is full of stories, anecdotes really. Shit he and the others did, shit he tried as a kid. Comparing the machines in the movie to jeagers and muttering how Lockdown was better even if she wasn't so big. The popcorn is buttery and the coffee is bitter but the blood is sweet and easy between them.

It's nice.

Better than he thought it could be and he's well on his way to invading Malcolm's personal space, arm looped casually around his shoulders, cheek resting against his hair. Warm and comfortable like he hasn't been in forever. "Okay, trufax: My family and I would marathon these for Christmas. Every year."