Brave The Welshmen was sat on the couch leaning on the arm of it, he eyes were watching with interest the scot sat on the floor with a tartan blanket around him and a Nessie soft toy in his arms. He hadn't seen the red head like this before so he was slightly puzzled, bemused and a little special that the other was trusting him enough to be sensitive. The scot had his back to the other and his eyes glued to the screen, from the first scene he was homesick, slowly getting his excited and singing along to the songs, his heart lifting when he heard his favourite instrument, though parts made his heart sink as he became completely absorbed into the movie, set in his beloved home Scotland. He had seen the film before and knew the story back to front yet it still took his emotions on a journey. Though the ending scene started and he curled his blanket around him more and hugged his Nessie tighten mutter slightly "I hate this part" as the scene unfold his eyes stay focused on the screen as he became upset. The brunette shook his head before tilting it to the side, giving the scot an even more puzzled look "...al... Are you crying?" Alistair huffed a little, wiping his eyes as relief filled his heart that the good ending finally came "shut it lad" his voice did waver slightly though he did his best to to hide it. "al... You just cried a little" "shut it, I ain't crying" "well not now but you was" the Welshmen couldn't help but feel slightly concerned but yet wanted to laugh a little. "dylan drop it, it's not me fault that I get into the story" true be told he only really paid any attention to movie stories when they were based in Scotland with only the odd exception. The brunette had moved to the floor to sit behind the other and wrapped his arms around the scots waist, causing the Celt to huff a little before giving in and leaning back against the other. They stayed like that for a while as the credits rolled and the soundtrack played, Alistair did love the music of it and if fact bought the soundtrack to listen to but there was one song, sung in Scottish Gaelic which always upset him and he had to skip. But of course the song had to play, he sighed a little his grip on his Nessie tightening. Dylan had picked up on the others mood sinking again so he hugged him tighter, nuzzling into the back of the others neck slightly, hoping it would at least reassure the other. Alistair wanted to sing along but didn't want to because he knew he'd upset himself though he supposed he couldn't upset himself more so he cleared his throat and closed his dark green eyes "A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth Mise ri d' thaobh, O mhaighdean bhan Ar righinn oig, fas as faic Do thir, dileas fhein A ghrian a's a ghealaich, stuir sinn Gu uair ar cliu 's ar gloire Naoidhean bhig, ar righinn og Mhaighdean uashaill bhan" as he ended the verse he hid himself in his blanket more, turning to face the Welshmen and cuddling close, hiding his face in the others chest "al.." "...shut it an just hold me for a sec" Dylan couldn't help but chuckle lightly before hugging the other, resting his head against the others with a slight smile.