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You wrap your arms a little tighter around 2D’s waist, resting your chin on the top of his head. He barely acknowledges you, just keeps his gaze locked on the TV as some busty protagonist weary torn, skimpy clothes lines up the barrel of her shotgun to the head of an oncoming zombie.
The film is hardly romantic, and multiple time the amount of blood, guts and gore that spreads across the screen makes you wrinkle your nose in disgust, but 2D seems happy, content to lie in your arms, methodically working his way through a family bag of Malteasers and watching the over-dramatic actors gesture and yell wildly as they battle through a zombie stricken post-apocalyptic London.
One of the actors has a terrible British accent, and you and 2D mock it at regular intervals.