sam who has gotten so used to taking care of mees that he doesn’t think twice of getting his plate ready when they’re in some lake house in toronto and mees is half awake at the table and luke is watching him with carefully eyes because what the fuck does sam dickinson know about his baby brother’s breakfast preferences and mees lets out a little appreciative hum and blinks his wide doe eyes at sam who hands him his mug of coffee wordlessly and nearly loses the battle in pressing a kiss to mees’ head because he can feel luke’s glare from across the table
and then they’re sun-warm, eyes heavy with the type of sleep that hits you after you spent hours under the sun. the dock under them is almost too warm, their pink skin and the verge of becoming red and painful, but mees is pressed against sam, almost half-tucked under him, nose pressed to his shoulder and their hands loosely interlocked and luke definitely has fucking questions but he keeps them to himself
and then they’re back inside and the week drags on in the half domestic-ness that sam doesn’t really blink at because we do this shit at home anyway so are you going to let me in or not when misa has to shower and sam follows him in without thinking because he’s tired and sticky and his stomach kind of hurts because he definitely ate too much and misa looks at him for second before shrugging and let’s sam wash his hair while he chirps at him for his 2 in 1 and forces misa to use his body wash instead
and luke, who had spent most of his life looking out for his little brother who eats ketchup with anything that he can get away with, who sleeps in until someone has to physically get him from bed and started drinking coffee way too young, has to come to terms with the fact that someone else knows all of misa’s tells without misa having to spell it out and it’s sam fucking dickinson of all people, who’s tone is sometimes mean and sharp but never quite with misa who rolls his eyes when it is and tells him to shut the fuck up sam oh my god and sam gets this crazy glint in his eyes and luke has to look away and ignore the noises from misa’s room when they eventually disappear upstairs
sam who bitches and moans about misa not cutting the watermelon right and takes over and forces misa to watch from where he’s sat on the counter by the cutting board, sam who lathers in misa in sun screen and lets misa do it back with feather light fingertips that dig into the gaps of his ribs and sam thinks they fit too nicely there, and i’ll give you anything if you ask, carve my organs out to make space for you if you keep looking at me but that’s too crazy to say so he shoves misa off the dock and tells him to stay on his feet and cannonballs in after and lets the water muffle misa screeching i’ll fucking drown you because sam will let him if he wanted too
misa who lets his mind wander away when sam takes them out on the boat, his mouth running almost as fast as the engine, the lake water spraying at them in a fine mist until they’re stagnant and the sun is way too bright and they have their stupid matching bucket hats and he’s on sam’s lap, arms thrown over sam’s broad shoulders and sam’s pulling him closer, teeth and patchy scruff marking his neck up
luke simply sighs when they come back, pointedly giving his baby brother a look and narrowing his eyes at sam who grins too widely and a bit too smug as misa pulls him to the bonefire and tells him to get it started and why the hell should i know how to start a fire and you watch that guy all the time and you can’t start a fire?
luke leaves them alone, deciding that if misa ends up killing sam that he’ll have plausible deniability
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