Samuel
With everything happening around him, Sam had had very little chance recently to just sit and reflect on all that had occurred. His mind was racing all the time, thinking of things he should have said in arguments, better ways things could have gone, what to do next...it was exhausting, and with his newly injured foot in the mix it was worse. He couldn't feel the pain (something he was massively thankful for) but it was still causing him to walk oddly as he waited for it to heal.
As much as it went against his anxious nature, he decided to force himself to have a day of rest. Of not doing anything, of trying his best to be kind to himself. He certainly wasn't going to go outside. In fact, he had not yet decided if he was going to get out of bed.
Bundled up in his covers he laid by the edge of his bed, staring out of the window. His curtain was enough to block the harmful sunlight, but there was a slight transparency to it that let him see vague shapes and movements on the street below. His mind wandered as he watched people began to go about their days - every so often, he would reach his healthy foot back to just graze against Nate's behind him; they had not slept in separate beds for a long time now and even if he was not sure quite where their relationship stood, it was nice to have the comfort of another body next to him.
Even if that body snored and woke up much later than he did. With a fond smile he looked back on his lover and turned from the window, going to lay his head on Nate's chest instead and close his eyes, breathing in his scent and sighing, trying to relax.
As much as it went against his anxious nature, he decided to force himself to have a day of rest. Of not doing anything, of trying his best to be kind to himself. He certainly wasn't going to go outside. In fact, he had not yet decided if he was going to get out of bed.
Bundled up in his covers he laid by the edge of his bed, staring out of the window. His curtain was enough to block the harmful sunlight, but there was a slight transparency to it that let him see vague shapes and movements on the street below. His mind wandered as he watched people began to go about their days - every so often, he would reach his healthy foot back to just graze against Nate's behind him; they had not slept in separate beds for a long time now and even if he was not sure quite where their relationship stood, it was nice to have the comfort of another body next to him.
Even if that body snored and woke up much later than he did. With a fond smile he looked back on his lover and turned from the window, going to lay his head on Nate's chest instead and close his eyes, breathing in his scent and sighing, trying to relax.
Part of being alive is wishing that you weren't sometimes
as your brain forces you to breathe
Base Code by Sky!
