Uhm, kinda… My heart’s in a few places right now. I guess I’m trying to focus on enjoying myself at the minute.
The perfect kiss being described in the opinion of her movie date made her sit back and think honestly about lots of things. What would she call the perfect kiss? Heck, did it even exist nowadays? ”In all honesty, Chris, your answer was not what I was expecting. it was a nice one. And I can honestly say a little stubble never hurt anyone.” Sarah answered him back thinking about the kisses she had shared in the last few month either on-screen or off. ”Okay, we should just stop with these side conversations because in all honesty I have no idea where they start and I honestly have no idea how to end them, if that makes sense.” She knew exactly where they started and honestly had no idea why she even asked some of the things she did at times, it was something she needed to learn to keep to herself yet that would not be Sarah Drew keeping it to herself, she knew that.
"That is so not true, now that I know you were in Princess Diaries 2 with the bad hair and all, which I have watched again thanks to you mentioning it I think of that movie when I look at you, not James T. Kirk, I promise." Sarah smirked looking over at Chris with a soft chuckle. It was honestly not the truth, she will always see Star Trek and This Is War when looking at him, along with his father in the role on one time TV classic CHIPS. "Okay so that is not true, I see Star Trek, This Is War, and your Dad on CHIPS. I know that is bad, but it is true. Nothing bad about being connected to a great franchise like that. I am thankful for being connected to the shows I have been on over the years too. And I have been honored to meet Mr. Shatner is passing, he is a good guy." A few seconds later she looked back at the screen wondering what was going through his head right now, because her head actually was quite jumbled with lots of things.
Swallowing, Chris’s head swirled. He hadn’t meant to mention the stubble, but something had flicked in his subconscious, making him remember the last kiss he’d had prior to London, which meant not Kaley or anyone else at that party. He shook his head, trying to neglect the thought. When Sarah requested they leave the topic, Chris nodded wholeheartedly, finally able to exhale.
"And Just My Luck, with the one and only LiLo!" Chris joked, "I didn’t quite mean it like that. I like being Jim Kirk, I do. But I think I’d prefer to be like Patrick Stuart than Shatner, because at least he’s got X-Men as well, you know?” He then listened; “You think of my dad when you look at me? He’ll be overjoyed to hear that. My mother and sister were also on CHiPS. I think I’m the only Pine that hasn’t!” Laughing, he turned back to the screen as Sarah did, thinking about what had fell out of his big mouth.
Running a free hand over Turners soft fur she watched as Chris tried to lure him away from her, she shook her head and said “Sorry but Turner isn’t wildy keen on new people, and he hates to leave my side but knock yourself out” she then dug her spoon into the container taking a small nip at the chocolately substance, feeling the cool begin to melt in her mouth and trickle down her throat. She smiled watching the part of the movie when Katherine Hepburns shoe breaks a heel and she’s walking along a grassy place laughing bouncing up and down, saying “I was born on a side of a hill” To which Keira mouthed along with the rest of the words, a hero of her’s was the daring darling amazing Katherine Hepburn. She had been watching her since she was little and she wanted to be her and many other greats growing up, but for Keira, Katherine was always there.
Chris nodded, but continued to reach for Turner to stroke even just a little bit of his fur. He really loved dogs. “Shame. He’s beautiful.” he said, in a soft voice. “Can I pet you instead?” Playfully, he chuckled, moving his arm to run his fingers through her hair, slowly as if he didn’t want to break her.
Watching Keira reciting the word of the movie was a remarkable thing, and he remembered how well she always knew her lines. Their bonding time on Jack Ryan and it’s sequel didn’t leave anything to be desired, since they’d grown so close over them, like siblings. “I know you’re enjoying watching this, but real-talk. How are you feeling?” Chris didn’t want to push it, but he was feeling kind of anxious, sitting there making small talk.
The conversation for Sarah throughout the movie with Chris was actually an enjoyable one, it was as he was talking something not movie related and his version of a perfect smile she moved to face him and not the screen taking complete interest in what he had to say. If she was going to learn anything today it was going to be that Christopher Whitelaw Pine had a soft side which you would not expect from someone whom played the parts he had over the years including Captain James Kirk and Jack Ryan to name a few. It was actually a nice change to see that in someone in the entertainment industry. ”So what would be the perfect non-screen consist of?” She asked him back before looking back at the screen.
It was as she saw Brent Spiner better known as Commander Data from the Star Trek series. ”Yes, Data has done other things other than Trek, but he will always be Data to me even with the glasses and suspenders.” Former Star Trek stars via movie or television definitely had a place in the hearts of true Trekkies. Sarah was not one of them yet she knew the significance of what the show did all over the world for young and old a like. ”That is like me watching you playing James Kirk, I still picture William Shatner yet I know he would not pulled off some the good looks department nowadays. He also has a good job with those commercials he has been doing lately.” She shook her head not believing what she was saying as she looked back at the screen.
The Aviator was almost over, soon enough, and Chris was starting to wonder how long exactly was left. It was a pretty long film, after all. He didn’t mind the disquiet questions, but couldn’t help but think that there was more to it. Before he answered, there was a swirl of tangents of thoughts that bombarded him with too many things, considering the person he was now and the person he had been when he’d experienced more than one perfect kiss. “They, uh, would have to be someone… Someone you really cared about, for it to be perfect I mean. I don’t think perfection comes in immediacy, I think it’s earned.” Chris said after a while, “One would earn it by getting to know the person, coming to accept their flaws and mistakes and truly loving them. Then, being in love would make it seem perfect, no matter how imperfect it might be and kissing them would be like magic; the softness of their lips, the way they taste the way their stubble feels against your face…” Chris slipped, eyes flashing wide as he said that, “Like, I mean, my stubble. You know, beards and, uh, stuff. Like someone else’s beard against someone’s face - I was speaking generally!” he corrected himself, mentally cursing.
"Once you’ve been on Star Trek, I don’t think the world remembers you for anything else!" Chris laughed, cringing at the remarkable truth of it. "I can’t see him not as Data, either, it just sorta looks weird… I vaguely remember him doing some weird-ass movie where he farted every time he laughed, though…" he frowned. "Shatner’s a really nice guy, although I can’t say he’s not big-headed. Although I kinda have to over-look that, the guy’s gotten a little more modest since I took his role." Chris snorted, obviously saying that in fun and not spite.
Keira felt him pressing his face along her’s in a gentle way, she sighed as she felt his hand cascade down her back, holding her to him. She was thankful for such great friends that she had in times like this, although righ tnow she had hoped that she wouldn’t have to feel like this again for a long while at least. When she took his hand in hers and she noticed how he took the lead in her home, she smiled softly before he plopped on her couch and she laughed, a real laugh versus the false ones she had been trying out to see if that would make her feel any better. They didn’t. Once she returned from the kitchen with the spoons she sat against him resting her head into his shoulder, as she curled up almost feline like on the couch, hearing padding down the hall she saw it was Turner, their-no her dog, he was looking like he was up to no good. Like always, he curled up along his mum and rested his head in her lap. “Damn mongrel still thinks he’s a puppy.”
With his spare hand, Chris tugged at the lid of the ice cream to reveal the chocolate comfort inside it. He rested it on his knee, in the middle of him and Keira, and took a spoon that Keira had brought. Kicking off his shoes, he brought his legs up to get more comfortable and leaned inwards, tilting the tub of ice cream towards her. When she laughed, Chris grinned widely. He was thankful to see such an action, especially with all that was happening, it seemed rather helpful to know that he could still make her laugh, because at least it was something.
"Aww, here, boy!" Chris cheered quietly, patting his knees for Turner to come to him, and fussing his face when he bounded towards him. "That’s good, though, right? Keeps him feeling young." He stroked the dog, careful as to not tip the ice cream or disturb Keira’s head on his shoulder.