necroslacker | room 216; sunday afternoon

Sam's day had started out mundane enough. He'd gotten up after a sleepless night, eaten some breakfast and laid around until finally deciding to give his mom a buzz. She'd caught him up on Haley's goings on and her own things before the conversation had veered towards his uncle. His mom hedged a bit, seeming like she knew something she wasn't telling him. He tried to push her into telling him but she refused and shut down on that subject.

He'd let it go and turned the topic towards asking about something that could be worn to protect regular (it was a subjective definition of that word he was using here) people from seeing what he saw at night. When his mom asked, he'd hedged and just tried to get the information out of her. If there was something, she didn't know what it was and she'd apologized.

The conversation had ended quietly and now Sam was sitting on the edge of his bed, giving that pouch he'd worn for so many years a look over. Maybe he could start wearing it again at night or something. It did help keep ghosts at bay and he did like to sleep sometimes.

He didn't know. And he couldn't really ask anyone else. He'd thought about Brid but shut that down immediately. The Council? Yeah, not sharing his personal life there. Maybe he'd just ask the next person that tried to beat him up.

It happened often enough.

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"No problem." It really wasn't. A moody boyfriend wasn't anyone's friend. "Happy to help."

"Too bad you can't stick around and just sing to me all day," Sam joked, half smiling. "Might make everything feel better."

Natalie snorted. "Sorry. I can't turn your life into a musical. Not even for a day."

"I know," he told her, nodding and leaning forward to kiss her forehead lightly. "Thanks for doing what you did though. It's appreciated. It really is."

She closed her eyes and smiled. "Anytime." Within reason. "I care about you."

Funny how she could state things like that as simple facts and let them be easy to say.

"I know you do." He did. And that made him kiss her forehead again. "I care about you too."

She sighed quietly. "And we'll figure our problems out."

"Yeah?" He was glad she could be optimistic when he wasn't. "I hope so. I wanna do that."

They just happened to have a lot of unique problems between them.

Natalie wasn't about to try and claim they didn't. No, they had a bunch. But she was pretty sure some of them could be overcome and some... could be lived with.

"We'll just need to work at it and see about our options."

"Thanks for -- " He trailed off and instead just pulled her into a tight embrace. "Just thank you."

"You're welcome?"

Well, she wsn't sure what exactly she was being thanked for, so that came out with a quiet chuckle. She let him embrace her tightly though, and leaned a littlemore against him as he did.

"Don't call me an idiot or think I really thought this might happen but it's just thanks for not immediately giving up on things. On me," he added, lips near her ear due to the embrace he'd pulled her into. "I didn't think you would but I know it's hard and it might even be a little scary so just thanks for saying all that and for being willing to work with me."

"I just think you're worth the trouble," Natalie murmured. She'd grown to be pretty comfortable with him over their months together. Moreso than with her ex.

So, it was just common sense to make an effort. "That's all."

"Thank you."

He said it again but this time followed it by pulling back and kissing her lightly. It made him feel better to know that someone thought that about him. He knew he had friends back home but she was here and that made a difference.

"You're worth the trouble too."

"Thanks."

She knew he got subjected to a fair bit more trouble than most, so it meant something too. So he got a little kiss back.

"And if we don't end up in the same room together, that's not gonna change how I feel about you either," he felt compelled to tell her considering everything right now. "Not one bit. Not at all. I'm still gonna like you a lot, still gonna think about you a lot and still gonna be just as lame for you as ever."

"Good." It was good. She moved a bit, nuzzling the side of his neck. Stray affection. "It won't change how I feel about you, either."

"Good." Yeah, that was good to hear too. He liked it and he liked the affection she was giving him too. "That feels good too. Feels nice."

"Mmhmm." Well, that was all the reason she needed to just keep doing it, then. Nuzzling counted as continued distraction, she was sure.

It did count and he was still distracted. He was sighing too. Sighing and leaning more into her and keeping her close to him like he didn't want to let her go anytime soon. He knew he'd have to (she had things to do) but he could keep holding on for a little while longer.

She did have things to do. But they could wait for a little while. Yes.

She kissed his neck and exhaled a laugh. "Are you clinging?"

"Yeah."

Well, at least he was honest? He was definitely clinging to her both because it felt nice and it settled his mind down. He needed both of those now.

"Want me to stop?"

"No." She even shook her head. It made her nose rub against his neck. "I'm enjoying it."

It calmed her down too, not that she'd admit that.

"So am I." And that just called for holding her tighter and sighing. When she needed for him to let her go, she'd tell him. She hadn't said anything so he was holding her and clinging to her. "Just tell me when you need to go."

"I will."

And in the meantime? She was going to accept his clinging, because the floor show was an unsettling prospect for the evening and maybe she needed this.

There had been worse uses for an afternoon.

room 216; sunday afternoon

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