necroslacker | room 216 ; saturday morning

Yeah, so Sam had woken up with girl parts. Fortunately, he wasn't gonna have a screaming fit of surprise. Unfortunately, he was also contemplating just sleeping this weirdness away so he didn't have to deal with anything that might be coming at him from certain parties. Of course, this plan was hindered by the fact that he didn't really sleep at all in the first place and meant he was more just acting like a lazy ass instead of sleeping.

This body was weird. It was smaller and softer and there were...things that he was used to touching, not having. He was curious about what his back looked like, if he'd kept those scars or not but he wasn't so curious as to try and look.

Nope. Sam was in bed, swimming in his clothes and trying to keep his longer hair out of his eyes. This island had a crappy sense of humor sometimes. He didn't want to be a girl, he didn't know how to be a girl.

And now he was a girl. Sigh.

[Door's closed but the post is open, definitely! I totally didn't forget this at first!]

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Natalie sighed again, and pulled his hand closer to her now, so she could kiss his knuckles.

"It would probably be better if I left."

"I'm sorry you feel that way," Sam replied, sighing inwardly. He didn't know what else to do though since he was the cause and she wasn't adjusting.

"I'm sorry you have to know what I feel." It made it harder to fake things at him. "This'll blow over by next week, won't it?"

Sam shrugged a shoulder and said, "I hope so." He wouldn't commit to anything what with the island being like it was and her reacting to him strangely when he was normal sometimes.

It was hard to pick up on what she was feeling towards him, yeah. Right now, it kind of sucked and he'd probably brood the entire rest of the day alone.

And Natalie was probably going to feel guilty about that. Just a little. But she pushed herself up, his hand slipping from hers. "So I guess I'll go."

And right now? She mostly just felt sad, on top of her anxiety.

"Up to you." Sam wasn't going to be the one to tell her to leave. It was going to be her choice because he wasn't going to come back and argue with her about this feeling being mutual.

He tucked his hand back underneath his blanket and looked over at her, watching her feel and now feeling that sadness combine with the anxiety.

Swell.

Natalie took a few silent steps towards the door. Then she stopped, but didn't look back, just glanced down at her feet.

"I wanted you to hug me, earlier."

Actually, she still did.

"I can't read your mind," Sam said, starting to finally climb out of bed. He was still in the too big shorts and t-shirt so no weirdness to be had there.

"And you have to learn that you can take things from me that you might want especially when it comes to that," he said, coming up to stand behind her.

"Considering how you were reacting to me, how was I gonna know that?" he said just as he wrapped an arm around her from behind and pulled her back to give her an atypical hug but a hug nonetheless.

Natalie leaned back into him almost automatically, with a shuddering sigh. And she was just going to ignore the breast thing for the time being, as obvious as it got to be with the leaning.

She covered his arm with one of hers and all she could think to say in reply was a quiet "Sorry."

The breast thing was weird, he'd give her that, but she was already full of anxiety so he was hoping she could ignore them for awhile.

"It's fine." He hoped it was fine. He was still stressed but he'd deal. "You don't like this, I get it."

"I don't get it." She reached back for his other arm, though. The want for comfort was overriding the need to feel unbearably weird about the different shape of his arms. "I've handled harder things better."

"I don't know what to tell you," Sam said because he wasn't sure she was reacting so badly to him. She'd had this happen and she'd handled it but this was breaking her down.

"I wish I did," he added. "I'm sorry. I can stay away from you until this wears off though. It's not a problem."

Natalie closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, then exhaled. "It's a problem for me." Because he shouldn't have to. And she did feel... marginally better now. Yeah, now that he was touching her. "Can we just do this?"

"Do what?" Sam wondered quietly. "You just want me to hug you? I'm sure I can do that...until my feet get tired."

It was a light joke.

It was taken as such, and Natalie tried to lightly jab him with an elbow for it. See, she could almost act normal. "We could also lay down."

"Are you sure?" That had started the source of her freaking out a few minutes ago. "Didn't seem like you liked that earlier."

"Because you didn't know what you were supposed to do," she pointed out quietly. "Because you can't read minds." Which she was going to try and keep in mind from now on. "But you know now."

"I know now," he repeated, nodding and loosening his arms a touch so he could walk backwards towards the bed. "And you don't have to wait for me to give you hugs or things like that. If you want one, take one. I'm not gonna mind."

If only it was that easy. Taking one involved having to admit wanting one, and that was tricky.

But she figured that was a talk for another day. "Thanks," she said, simply, as she let him lead her backwards.

"You're welcome," Sam said before letting go of her so he could sit down and slide backwards onto his bed. The, he was just waiting for her.

Natalie was quick to follow. Soon enough, she was laying down beside him.

Back to him, which could have looked uninviting if that hadn't been what she always did.

Sam slid up behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling himself closer to her. He tucked himself against her back and sighed.

Natalie sighed too, closing her eyes. And she hoped her aura (or whatever the proper term was) was calming down. She didn't feel as much like she was metaphorically choking, at least.

She didn't like him having to deal with it any more than he liked that she was feeling it in the first place.

He wasn't picking up on as much anxiety and sadness anymore, no. It was still there but she seemed to be calming down and relaxing, at least.

Now, maybe he'd be able to do the same.

She hoped so, at least. And maybe someday they'd even talk about how things had got this twisted up, but it wouldn't be today.

Silently being together felt like the better option, so Natalie was choosing that.

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