[ the scoff has sam's smile widening into a full grin, though he can still play along. he knows enough about dean to know how to have these kinds of conversations, to know when something is simply a joke, and when there's something else under the surface. for now, sam just sort of shakes his head. ]
Ah man, you did pilates without me? My core is suffering for it.
[ same dance, different day. sam understands that, doesn't he? the monotony of it, the trudging feeling that there's only so much to be done. he ends up just sort of watching dean for another couple of seconds, as if there might be something else to read between those lines, before it's his own turn to shrug.
not the time, he thinks. there's no need to push on it. so instead sam gestures to the tattoo gun, brows lifting. ]
Tell me about your set-up, then. What's this all about?
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Ah man, you did pilates without me? My core is suffering for it.
[ same dance, different day. sam understands that, doesn't he? the monotony of it, the trudging feeling that there's only so much to be done. he ends up just sort of watching dean for another couple of seconds, as if there might be something else to read between those lines, before it's his own turn to shrug.
not the time, he thinks. there's no need to push on it. so instead sam gestures to the tattoo gun, brows lifting. ]
Tell me about your set-up, then. What's this all about?