Zeph
In your defense, Sam has a pattern of making himself and the things he does seem like The Absolute Worst. In his mind, at least. So while you school your amusement appropriately, you still aren't particularly convinced by his grumpy face and protests.
You turn so your hip is against the counter, waiting for Sam to elaborate. At first your face is carefully neutral, though as he goes on a small frown tightens the lines between your brows. It's the only indication of your thoughts, however, until you speak again. "What happened, Red?" you question gently, arms crossed over your chest. You haven't heard of Sam having murdered someone, and figure that sort of news would get around. Does the 'Biter know?"
You turn so your hip is against the counter, waiting for Sam to elaborate. At first your face is carefully neutral, though as he goes on a small frown tightens the lines between your brows. It's the only indication of your thoughts, however, until you speak again. "What happened, Red?" you question gently, arms crossed over your chest. You haven't heard of Sam having murdered someone, and figure that sort of news would get around. Does the 'Biter know?"
you're not a bad person
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
