Sam can flash those baby blues all he wants - Seb’s not his mother, and he isn’t so weak to those glimmering gems ( as far as he knows anyway ) . Still, it doesn’t stop the roll of dark eyes at the absurd suggestion that there is an ounce of envy over a carbonated drink. Especially one that has been at the bottom of a lake for fuck knows how long, probably dropped in by Shane himself.
“Uh huh. You’re full of shit.” Sebastian says, though Sam of all people would be able to detect the affection behind his monotone, even earning a tug at the corner of his lips. But is Sam full of shit with his first delication that Seb is secure in his status above soda - or about being a good boy and not collecting more hours for commune? It’s anyone’s guess. Sebastian takes the seat next to him though, shoving against him as he lands on his couch with intent before grabbing his bong, lighter, and weed. Guests smoke first. He offers it to Sam once its packed. It’s only polite (( though the same offer would be extended anywhere else )). “You’re going to get sick off that shit one day. You’re not a goat.. Pretty sure anyway.” That last bit is added a little quieter than the last.
“Seriously. You doing okay?” He asks more direct in meaning. With Kent still being gone.. he likes to make sure he knows how Sam is holding up.
𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒 bat so gently, so wistfully. Sam’s head tilts to the side, brows knitting in a soft furrow, light scrunch of skin between brows. The smile on his face doesn’t falter, the soft hum vibrating against his throat. But if there was one thing that he was doing -- IT WAS TELLING THE TRUTH. Soft laughter that escapes in a small snort, nostrils flaring soft, head shaking side - to - side, his body shifting & softly nudging his friend.
While he can detect the affection behind monotone voice, nearly making Sam beam with familiar joy & enjoying the affection, he continues to press & push tiny buttons. ❝ I mean it, Seb, YOU’RE BETTER THAN SODA, ❞ THERE WAS NO COMPETITION, AFTER ALL. ❝ . . . I’ve been trying to be a good boy, anyways, ❞ He gives a shrug of bare shoulder, head cocking to the side with the shrug motion, raising up at the offer of the bong, shifting up to the edge of his seat & slouching comfortably for him to inhale the smoke that will come from it, taking the lighter & bong & preparing to light it. Head moves away slightly, before he does, glancing to Sebastian at his side. ❝ I don’t think I’m a goat . . . But I might as well be a food disposal, ❞ With a soft laugh, the bong is brought up to him, ready to inhale, lighting the bowl & holding it until he was satisfied with the smoke, personally, handing over the lighter when he was satisfied with it. His eyes close for a moment, breathing in the smoke in deep breaths, lulling his head back, hand placing carefully on top to pass to Sebastian, keeping the smoke trapped. He holds his breath for a few seconds, letting out a deep breath of smoke, targeted away from his friend. ❝ New batch? ❞ Sam innocently asks, giving a glance to the bong. ❝ Feels different, but a good different, ❞ He continues, keeping his head lulled back, smile on his face.
❝ Hm? ❞ Hummed quietly, the silence that comes from Sam already suspicious. He’s grown stiff in his seating stance, giving a small shake of his head, knowing where the question comes from. ❝ I’m okay, really ! ❞ A lie made with faux happiness in his tone, an illusion he often gives for these type of questions, regardless of the beholder. ❝ I dunno, I’m getting by, at least. I’ve heard through the grapevine, ❞ A pause, lips pursing together briefly. Through letters sent to Jodi, specifically. ❝ He’s coming home soon. I don’t know when, & to be honest with ya, I don’t think I want to think about what will happen then, ❞ A loose shrug, he leans back on the couch, his arms raising up & hands folded behind his head, relaxing until it’s his turn to hit the bong again. ❝ I’ll be fine, though, I swear. You don’t gotta worry about me, Seb. I’m a big boy, I can handle it. & besides -- we’re here to have a little bit of fun, not worry about our woes ! ❞