His crown lit up the way as he moved slowly
You're very tired of him apologizing for things that aren't such a big deal, but then again maybe you shouldn't get up in arms all the time. Guess you both have shit to figure out, if you're going to be living together.
Tugging Sam to his feet, you offer a flash of ruefulness, your eyes crinkled in a smile. "First my blood ain't good enough for ya, then y'insult my house... an' here I thought y'were a nice young man." You consider wrapping your arm over his shoulders, then realize that would be probably far more familiar than you ought to go for, and instead sort of flail awkwardly before pushing your hand through your hair.
Well, now you feel stupid. He doesn't need to eat, presumably because he eats blood instead. "Oh. Um. We don't have to...?" Damn, this had felt like such a safe bet for the evening. Now you have no idea what to do with him - and to make matters worse, your stomach takes advantage of your discomfort to growl like some sort of wild beast.
Tugging Sam to his feet, you offer a flash of ruefulness, your eyes crinkled in a smile. "First my blood ain't good enough for ya, then y'insult my house... an' here I thought y'were a nice young man." You consider wrapping your arm over his shoulders, then realize that would be probably far more familiar than you ought to go for, and instead sort of flail awkwardly before pushing your hand through your hair.
Well, now you feel stupid. He doesn't need to eat, presumably because he eats blood instead. "Oh. Um. We don't have to...?" Damn, this had felt like such a safe bet for the evening. Now you have no idea what to do with him - and to make matters worse, your stomach takes advantage of your discomfort to growl like some sort of wild beast.
past the wondering eyes of the ones that were left behind
zephyr
