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[Hux, on the other hand, looks to Rhys at the whistle, completely clueless as to these kinds of tropes]

What?

She's gonna get that.

[Partly Rhys is saying this because he was a teenager once, and right now he is Ariel.

And teenage Rhys would have at least made a compelling effort to get that.]

[An utterly blank look back]

What, the man?

[is that what merpeople do?]

He can't breathe underwater and she can't go on land. She'll dry out or he'll drown.

Yeah, it would be impossible for them to ever live together, they're from completely different worlds...

[Rhys remarks, still watching the screen.]

But look at her face. Look how much she wants him...

[Maybe he's playing a big dumb here, because Hux so clearly doesn't see where it's going.]

Yes, but it doesn't matter. Basic biology alone means that he would need to drag her around in a..a tank or something.

[He's not saying this to be mean, he's honestly confused about how this could ever work out]

She has to realize how futile this is.

You never wanted something that you just couldn't have before? Something totally impossible?

[Like wanting to be part of that world?]

Just because it's futile, that doesn't mean she can just stop herself from feeling it.

[But uh oh! A storm appears to be brewing!]

[Thankfully, Hux is saved from answering that at the sign of the hurricane appearing on the horizon. He shushes Rhys again, leaning forward when he sees the storm on the horizon.

To the point where he gives a pained grimace when the prince leaps from the ship]

[Okay, okay, he's shushed, jeeze.

The storm rages, the prince sinks, and Ariel gets that and drags it to shore only to encounter exactly the obstacle that Hux anticipated.

No legs.

As Ariel is draped beside the Prince on the beach, reflecting helplessly on how beautiful he is, Rhys steals another glance at Hux.

Does he get it?]

[His brow is furrowed, mouth open just a little as he watches the screen. When she sings her reprise, he crosses his arms, still unsure how she's going to solve this issue]

She still can't breathe on land.

[Guess who hasn't been introduced to the idea of magic yet??]

[Oh no! The dog has found them! She's going to get caught!

Rhys shushes Hux, because it seems fair and appropriate.]

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[It's a testament to how fascinating this movie is that Hux doesn't even mind that Rhys shushes him. Instead, he gathers Oaraao in his arms, petting her just in case she's distressed by the dog.

She's not, but it's the thought that counts]

[Ariel returns to sea, and hey! It's time for a big, happy musical number about how good the sea is!

This is cool, but Rhys doesn't feel like it would have slaked his thirst for forbidden cuties when he was a teenager.]

[Hux apparently is in agreement, and actively rolls his eyes]

You can't expect her to stay there once she's seen everything she's wanted.

Yeah, these dudes need to let her spread her wings a little. Take a couple of risks.

[Oh hey, now she's slipping away to her cave to see... a statue of Eric!]

Oh my god, I'd die. I'd be obsessed.

Yes, but how much does she know about him? Really? I can understand wanting to be a part of that world, and he's attractive enough, but who's to say she should attach herself to one person based solely on their looks?

[Still, though]

If I ever get a big enough head to want a statue made of me, please shoot me.

She's sixteen, cut her some slack.

[Yeah, she's not the smartest sixteen year old, but Rhys liked way worse boys.]

He didn't want i-- Oh shiiiiiit!

[Papa's back! And he's not happy!]

[He starts at Rhys' exclamation, and whatever smile he's wearing, not even a shadow of it survives the arrival of the dad on screen. He freezes again, and might actually be cringing away, because no no no don't try to stop him, you're going to make things worse]

[This time, Rhys catches it. The freezing. The cringing, and as Triton raises his trident, he decides to break the tension, speaking over Ariel's pleas that her Father stop.]

Hey, Hux? Buddy?

[Yep, making an executive decision to distract him during this part of the film.]

You tried the popcorn, right? What do you think?

[He flashes a lopsided little smile.]

[He's numbly watching the violence play out, and barely hears Rhys. This is really what he expected his boggart to turn into. He barely breathes, feeling he needs to see this through to the bitter end now.

But he doesn't shush Rhys and he doesn't move from where his back is pressed against the wall. His gaze hardens a little, twisting into a bit of a bitter snarl.]

[Finally, Triton aims his trident at the statue, and in a flash of light, Eric is blown to pieces, and Ariel is crumpled on the floor, weeping piteously.

Rhys doesn't touch Hux, even though he wants to.

Instead, he says:]

She's gonna get out.

[He waits for it to be over, surprised there isn't more coming, even though it felt like a lifetime. Finally, he replies to Rhys over the crying on screen]

I thought you said you hadn't seen this.

I haven't. But she's getting the fuck outta there.

[Because she's Rhys. And Rhys got out.

She's probably Hux as well. Hux needed to get out.]

[He nods, but looks utterly unconvinced. That smile's gone now, replaced with his usual scowl]

If you say so.

[This movie was supposed to be relaxing! Rhys shifts his attention back towards the screen, as Ariel goes in search of help wherever she can find it... in the lair of the sea witch.

This seems like not the greatest idea...]

[He's a little sullen when the eels begin to lure Ariel into the den of the sea witch, but at least seems to be breathing regularly again. But it takes a while for him to unwind from his mentally clenched position, and it's only out of shock that kicks him out of it.

Because holy hell, can someone really do what they promise? This seems...unsavory, but at the very least he approves of Ariel's fortitude]

She's equal parts brave and naively trusting.

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