It had been a nice night, but not one theyd repeat. Like, ever.Why was he dialing his phone?A few rings later, a familiar voice picked up on the other end. Whitman.Dammit, my subconscious really is out to get me. Matt? Brennan. I was wondering if make it something good, youwanted to his gaze flew around the room, settling on his DVD shelf, watch Star Wars with me?Star Wars? A hundred DVDs on the shelf and he settled on fucking Star Wars? He was never going to get in Matts pants ever again.There was a pause on the other end.Great, Ive scared him off with my closet geekery. Go me.Which one?His heart skipped a beat. Or not.I have all six.My favorite is Strikes Back. I can be at my place in about twenty. Ill bring food? Brennans eyes squeezed closed and he grinned, kicking his feet in delight. I am such a girl. You know we cant watch Strikes Back without immediately going to Return, right?We should pace ourselves. Star Wars is serious business. Usually I dont watch them without consuming about five pounds of Skittles and three bottles of Coke.Ill grab the junk food. We can pull an all -nighter.Its a weeknight. Matt sounded ridiculously disappointed about the fact, which was so happy-dance-worthy that Brennan almost literally jumped out of his chair. But maybe we could turn it into a three-part date? Start tonight? End Friday?