Lysander saw how unhappy Beck was with what Lysander said. He wished he could take it back, but even if he could, he didn’t exactly know what he would need to say to make it better. Maybe he should just leave Beck to do the talking. The think that struck him as odd is how little they prepared for this. He made exstensive research of his duties, and by that I mean he watch countless romcoms with fake relationship as the subject, and in all of those people were asked personal stuff. Like how did you meet, how long were you together? In one TV show the couple faked vacation photos and told each others every single thing they got for Christmas since they could remeber. Lysander was glad he didn’t have to go to such detail or to have to be open with her becaue he hates sharing.
“I already saw the perfect seats back there with zero lighting. It’s very comfortable and cozy! I’ll show you.” She smiled at him like a mother that’s playing civil in public but is just waiting to beat your ass when you get home. He smiled back and said “Perfect, let’s go.” as he followed her.
“Enjoy the premiere” He heard Shaun say, and he responded with a smile. “Thank you, same to you.”
Immediately as they sat down, she looked torn between happy and regretful. Maybe she was happy the plan was working, but doesn’t like seeing him so tortured for her. She then laid her head on his shoulder, trying to make it look as if she’s cozying up to him … But despite them both looking cozy, neither were at all comfortable. They both wanted somebody else to be the other person, to hold and caress them. Beck wanted Lysander’s shoulder to be Shaun’s and Lysander wanted an 8 year old boy to be the one putting his little head on his big, broad shoulders. “It doesn’t look like he came with a date.” She said as they both looked down on him form the highest rows.
Just before the lights went out he saw the woman he was sitting next to. She looked like a sweet old lady, and unless this man had some sick fetish that he isn’t ashamed to display in public, Lysander would guess that’s his mother.
Lysander’s heart was warmed by watching the sweet interaction between Shaun and his mother. He instantly felt a pang of jealousy. “Are you sure? It seems he brought his mother with him.”.
While the film started, he wasn’t at all paying attention to most of the scenes. He was watching the illuminated faces of Shaun and who he believed was his mother. It was like watching a romantic movie when you’re single … You want it, but watching somebody else have it will have to suffice for now. His eyes giving him away should anybody care to look at them deeply enough and see built up tears he was holding back. Being so drawn in by them he let something slip to Beck and the next words, that to him came out like vomit, sounded like just a whisper to anybody else. “I envy him.” He hadn’t even realized he said that out loud.