picture — romantic or platonic solby — wc: 303 — @sam-and-colby-microfics
Colby wasn’t exactly sure when exactly it’d started, but it became a part of a routine, in a way.
Throughout a random moment of every single day, Sam would take a picture of him. It was usually a candid photo; some of them were rather cute, while some had truly unflattering angles. But they all had one thing in common — Sam never shared any of them with the internet, though, instead opting to keep them for himself.
“Why do you keep taking pictures of me?” asked Colby. They were watching some random movie, barely paying attention to the plot, mostly just talking. But when a beat of silence stretched, Colby decided to use this opportunity to finally ask.
Sam squirmed in his spot on the couch, picking on the skin around his nails. “Does it bother you? I can stop,” he answered, not quite meeting Colby’s eyes.
“No, that’s not what I meant,” murmured Colby, scooting closer. “I’m just curious, I guess? You don’t even share them.”
Sam was silent for a moment, biting on his lower lip, before he finally spoke up, “I guess… I just want to have a reminder.”
Colby tilted his head. “Huh?”
“You know,” whispered Sam, pulling his knees to his chest, “that you’re here. Alive. That you did actually get better, and I’m not just having some dream, or whatever.”
The words felt like a physical blow, leaving him completely out of breath. “Oh, Sammy.”
Sam sighed, resting his chin on his knees. “I know, it’s stupid.”
Colby shook his head, wrapping one arm around his best friend’s shoulders, pulling him closer. “No, not stupid in the slightest. Take as many pictures as you want. Any type of reminder you might need… do it, yeah?”
Sam’s lips curled up in a wobbly smile. “Thank you.”
