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Aaron walked over and sat on the floor in front of the couch, watching Sam’s movements. “I’ve had my fair share of embarrassing moments and hangovers,” he answers with a small laugh. He combs his fingers through the other’s hair and pats the top of his head afterwards.
“No offense, Sammy, but you look like crap. It makes me sad. You need to take some pain killers and a nap. You’re trying to do way too much,” he says softly. He gives Sam a half-assed smile and grabs his hand. “Please, at least rest for me. You know how worried I get.”
Sam sighed, making a face at the idea that he should rest. It wasn’t something he normally would have done anyways, as work seemed to be on his mind constantly. He had been leaning into Aaron’s touch, the feeling a comfortable break from the agonizing headache he currently had, and it only added to the mood when he pulled away.
“I haven’t even done anything but get out of bed. How much more am I to rest than that?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest and gently pulling his hand away from Aaron’s. “Maybe I’ll think about calling in sick if you make me some breakfast?” He asked, giving his friend a pointed look and batting his eyelashes comically.
"You're putting effort into worrying about all of this damn cats," Aaron pointed out and gave Sam a pout. "You drank a hell of a lot more than I did last night. I got worried. You usually out drink me, but you seemed to be going a little over board."
He stood and picked up one of the felines, petting it as it purred against his chest. "You'd tell me if something was wrong. Wouldn't you, Sammy?" He flashed his friend a worried expression. "I'm always here for you."
