Grell didn't even notice it was a children's movie, and wasn't about to stop watching either. That little chocobo was quite fast! Go, chocobo kid, go!

He felt those fingers over his hand and felt a tingle over his skin. It was just a simple gesture that probably wouldn't mean much to Marco, but it did to Grell. He smiled to Marco, somewhat bashfully (and he would deny ever doing so), before leaning his head on Marco's shoulders. Eventually, he did catch those idle fingers and laced them with his own.