Agreements, secrets waved away...their relationship was becoming unrecognisable from where it had been only a year before and Sam found himself filled with an almost giddy happiness over it. He'd always wanted a family, and while he'd never get that from his parents (especially now, obviously) there was a chance with his sisters, which could well be enough if they kept working at it.
"Ha. Thank you. I should have a trophy." He joked; really, Evie was the only person he felt comfortable making that kind of joke with, because she had known at least some of what he had been through. Her hand on his was met with a squeeze in return. "However, I think I still have the nicer handwriting." Sam laughed, looking with raised eyebrows at some of the labels on Evie's plants.
She agreed the dinner was a good thing to try. "It might have to be Flowerbirth, when we finally do it, but it'll be...good. I think. Family dinner when we were children...well, you know how that was." Silent glares, clipped conversation, snapped tellings-off for the slightest of etiquette breaches. "Hopefully this might be better."
Samuel
I want you so badly
But you could be anyone
