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@atominx : cont. x
It doesn’t sound firm at all. If anything it’s more like a plea; something he’s heard a thousand times before in that soft, breathless tone begging him for more of the same, and it has him gently using a hand to tuck stray strands of hair behind her ear before resting gently on her face, caressing her cheek, while he peers down into her eyes. His expression was soft.
“Dunno, kind of feels like I just did. Kind of feels like you liked it.”
@atominx: “I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”
“Sammy...” The completely unbothered look he’d been totally nailing just a few moments before slips just a little for just a second, and he has to bulk himself back up again before he can look her in the eyes, “I’m fine it’s not a big deal, I’m happy for you even. You and Mark are just Great.” sure, the illicit substances that would come up on a drug test would scream otherwise, and his alcohol levels were probably unreasonably high, but those things weren’t exactly abnormal for him anyway. “Don’t worry about me. I got me.”
@atominx: they’ve been halfway broken up for a full week now, which has seriously felt like years. who knows when they would have ended up talking to each other again if not for this, but as it stands— eve grabs him by his hood with a severity, dragging him off to a room where she shoves him onto a couch. she closes the door, and then she tosses a positive pregnancy test into his lap.
There were a few things he’d come to expect when he got yanked off by a familiar pair of hands to be alone, and he had poised himself and gotten ready to go for whatever way this was going to turn, but every ounce of that fight or fuck energy left the station the second that that white little stick landed in his lap. He looks down at it, picking it up and staring at that little plus sign in disbelief, “This is one of the prank ones, right? You’re just fucking with me?”
@atominx: “how long has it last been since you slept?”
“I think that kinda depends on what day it is...” It’s sheepish as he slides his phone out of his pocket, chancing a quick glance at the time and date, “Saturday. So, like three days. How long has it been since you last slept?”
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@atominx cont. x
“Oh shit...” He watches her ring his phone, presumably for the fifth or sixth time today, maybe even more than that, and groans as her face falls into worry, “Sam I’m right here babe... I--.” He huffs, “She can’t hear, you dumbass, just-- Ghosts in movies can move stuff, maybe if I just..” He walks over to her vanity and goes for a lipstick, maybe he could do this classic message on the mirror style. But no luck. His hand goes right through it. The process repeats over and over several times until he lets out an agitated growl of frustration and sends the damn tube flying. He didn’t even mean to do that.
@atominx: “Touch me. I don’t care how. I just need to feel something right now…”
Well that was... concerning. His face shows that thats just what he’s thinking too as he gently reaches out to rest a hand on her cheek, softly caressing her, “Hey... whats going on? You okay?” He moves in closer, offering more contact, and pulling her in so that their bodies were flush against each others, “You wanna tell me what happened or is it just everything?” There was worry in his voice even as the next line came with a teased edge, “If you need me to blow someone up for you I can probably do that if it’ll help.”
