Thankfully, for the both of them, the distance isn't too great to manage. Sam breathes through each of the throbs sent through his hand and the cuffs being a mild annoyance when on the phone.
He also uses a pinch clip hanger to bring the curtains together to keep light in and uses the dimmed setting on the lamp furthest from the door for their trusty source of light. "He wasn't thrilled to find out I acted alone on a hunch, but I got him up to speed. He's a few hours out. He said he'll contact Cas. We just need to tend to our injuries while we wait. As a matter of fact, he told me to tell you not to die either." Eventually her eyes draw his to his hands and his one finger does look bad but at the same time he isn't sure if it's worth complaining as he considers how he has lost most of the feeling in it. He clears his throat to make a suggestion, I'll clean it up first if you promise you lay down for a while. I'll take first watch."
There's a lot of ways he could react to how Ruby sounds less like Ruby and more like the psychologocial torture of not just Astaroth but the last months of Chuck, but not being serious and understanding isn't one. He slides his thumb against her cheek. "This isn't you talking, it's her. We've been together eleven years now and that isn't going to change. Eileen, or any other normal wife, isn't who I want in my life." He pauses for a brief second, giving Ruby a simple smile for her, trying not to be visibly angry at what Ruby went through for fear Ruby would misinterupt it. He checks if her body has a low-grade fever with the back of his hand to her forehead. "Get some rest."
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Date: 2023-10-10 08:58 pm (UTC)Thankfully, for the both of them, the distance isn't too great to manage. Sam breathes through each of the throbs sent through his hand and the cuffs being a mild annoyance when on the phone.
He also uses a pinch clip hanger to bring the curtains together to keep light in and uses the dimmed setting on the lamp furthest from the door for their trusty source of light. "He wasn't thrilled to find out I acted alone on a hunch, but I got him up to speed. He's a few hours out. He said he'll contact Cas. We just need to tend to our injuries while we wait. As a matter of fact, he told me to tell you not to die either." Eventually her eyes draw his to his hands and his one finger does look bad but at the same time he isn't sure if it's worth complaining as he considers how he has lost most of the feeling in it. He clears his throat to make a suggestion, I'll clean it up first if you promise you lay down for a while. I'll take first watch."
There's a lot of ways he could react to how Ruby sounds less like Ruby and more like the psychologocial torture of not just Astaroth but the last months of Chuck, but not being serious and understanding isn't one. He slides his thumb against her cheek. "This isn't you talking, it's her. We've been together eleven years now and that isn't going to change. Eileen, or any other normal wife, isn't who I want in my life." He pauses for a brief second, giving Ruby a simple smile for her, trying not to be visibly angry at what Ruby went through for fear Ruby would misinterupt it. He checks if her body has a low-grade fever with the back of his hand to her forehead. "Get some rest."