The whole ordeal strikes a tight string, its discordant ping sending an unpleasant vibration through the whole of Sam. He feels how his teeth put pressure on themselves, the tiny grind only barely perceptible, expressed minutely through a muscle in his jaw.
"It's Sam," he reminds, and not only out of habit. It's not a nickname he wants on Lucifer's lips and it rankles him all the more to know how his bother over it is consistently disregarded.
"But fine, you're mad. Whatever. I thought a common enemy might make you act less like a child. That's on me. You're here, though." And in what's unspoken is where Sam settles his certainty; Lucifer's people are out there just like Sam's and neither would benefit from a failure in this mission.
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The whole ordeal strikes a tight string, its discordant ping sending an unpleasant vibration through the whole of Sam. He feels how his teeth put pressure on themselves, the tiny grind only barely perceptible, expressed minutely through a muscle in his jaw.
"It's Sam," he reminds, and not only out of habit. It's not a nickname he wants on Lucifer's lips and it rankles him all the more to know how his bother over it is consistently disregarded.
"But fine, you're mad. Whatever. I thought a common enemy might make you act less like a child. That's on me. You're here, though." And in what's unspoken is where Sam settles his certainty; Lucifer's people are out there just like Sam's and neither would benefit from a failure in this mission.