It wouldn't do him any favors for them to know. He's already up a
crazy man's creek without a paddle. That stays between himself, Ruby and
Dean.
Each individual kiss returned implies more than that; there's a connection
between them that pulls him deeper into the present and lets him know that
she could only be the real thing. He isn't telling her because she deserves
to step out for fresh air. It's more than enough that she comes to visit
him on a daily basis. This little date is the least he can do to return a
little care and romance.
For her, for Dean, he's trying to hold as long as he can. He's not given up
or tired as he will be, yet.
Perfect. Sam glances over, again struck by her beauty. It was unimaginable
to see her in a dress and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. What
he probably noticed the most was her choice to not wear anything else under
it; her breasts were perky and unrestricted, and he didn't try to hide from
being caught looking. Her offer for him to take the first slice gets his
eyes to move to the box and smile at her thoughtfulness. He takes a small
piece to adjust pace himself to start with. "I'm not sure where my day
begins..." he opens up honestly, but pauses to think where it might have
begun. "Elvis was singing again on the toilet this morning. It's
almost the wake up call around here at this point. Nurse Penny came in with
meds again. Other than that, I don't think there was anything eventful
between then and this." He's a bad liar and at the same time he can't
bring himself to keep things from her. It takes him a second but he shows
her his hand. The nail marks haven't broken skin again but his palm is a
deep red. He's sharing with her that Lucifer kept him company, but.
"I think I got a little peace for a while. It's better now that you agreed
to this." He closes his hand and has a bite of his slice of pizza. He'd
like to focus on the date.
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Date: 2023-04-21 05:47 pm (UTC)It wouldn't do him any favors for them to know. He's already up a crazy man's creek without a paddle. That stays between himself, Ruby and Dean.
Each individual kiss returned implies more than that; there's a connection between them that pulls him deeper into the present and lets him know that she could only be the real thing. He isn't telling her because she deserves to step out for fresh air. It's more than enough that she comes to visit him on a daily basis. This little date is the least he can do to return a little care and romance.
For her, for Dean, he's trying to hold as long as he can. He's not given up or tired as he will be, yet.
Perfect. Sam glances over, again struck by her beauty. It was unimaginable to see her in a dress and he'd be lying if he said he didn't like it. What he probably noticed the most was her choice to not wear anything else under it; her breasts were perky and unrestricted, and he didn't try to hide from being caught looking. Her offer for him to take the first slice gets his eyes to move to the box and smile at her thoughtfulness. He takes a small piece to adjust pace himself to start with. "I'm not sure where my day begins..." he opens up honestly, but pauses to think where it might have begun. "Elvis was singing again on the toilet this morning. It's almost the wake up call around here at this point. Nurse Penny came in with meds again. Other than that, I don't think there was anything eventful between then and this." He's a bad liar and at the same time he can't bring himself to keep things from her. It takes him a second but he shows her his hand. The nail marks haven't broken skin again but his palm is a deep red. He's sharing with her that Lucifer kept him company, but.
"I think I got a little peace for a while. It's better now that you agreed to this." He closes his hand and has a bite of his slice of pizza. He'd like to focus on the date.