You're telling me- I just want some freaking basketball shorts at this point. Maybe sneakers. My feet started hurting two years ago and I don't think they've stopped.
[ sam, because it is sam, has of course made himself a regular here. there's something about the set-up, the open air, the way he can see people passing by even if they haven't meant to come sit or how the lanterns and fairy lights and scattered tables make it feel both communal and private. he's come here....honestly, too often, but he likes to visit nocwich whenever he's got the chance, and the werewolves tend to fall in line with sam's own sensibilities anyway.
he's found one of his favorite tables - off to the side, more private than the others, but close enough to the shack up from for more food and drinks. he's just finished chatting with a couple of the other werewolves who work there, because of course he knows them, when wanda arrives. he's talking before he's even turned his attention fully to her, which is probably how she gets the jump on him.
wanda gets her arms around him before sam's able to, but sam doesn't hesitate even a moment before his arms are around her, pulling her tight to his chest. he tucks his face into her hair, and just sort of breathes. it's a kind of back and forth, isn't it? because he wants to comfort her, just as much as he's going to take the comfort for himself. ]
It never gets easier, huh? [ he adds, squeezing her just a bit more. because this one...hurts. and maybe it's because sam's letting himself feel it, or maybe it just came at him when he was unprepared. ]
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[ sam, because it is sam, has of course made himself a regular here. there's something about the set-up, the open air, the way he can see people passing by even if they haven't meant to come sit or how the lanterns and fairy lights and scattered tables make it feel both communal and private. he's come here....honestly, too often, but he likes to visit nocwich whenever he's got the chance, and the werewolves tend to fall in line with sam's own sensibilities anyway.
he's found one of his favorite tables - off to the side, more private than the others, but close enough to the shack up from for more food and drinks. he's just finished chatting with a couple of the other werewolves who work there, because of course he knows them, when wanda arrives. he's talking before he's even turned his attention fully to her, which is probably how she gets the jump on him.
wanda gets her arms around him before sam's able to, but sam doesn't hesitate even a moment before his arms are around her, pulling her tight to his chest. he tucks his face into her hair, and just sort of breathes. it's a kind of back and forth, isn't it? because he wants to comfort her, just as much as he's going to take the comfort for himself. ]
It never gets easier, huh? [ he adds, squeezing her just a bit more. because this one...hurts. and maybe it's because sam's letting himself feel it, or maybe it just came at him when he was unprepared. ]