time / location : sam’s apartment, early morning
status: closed to @lazarusdoe
Once he’d managed to lure Ramses away from the fight he found him in, he made it a point not to take him back to the meet-up point everyone else seemed to be dropping the undead off at. The idea of locking him in some room with a half a dozen unconscious bodies, waiting for the touch of death, was too much for him to bare. And sure, there were some very selfish reasons (both wholesome and not so much) for why he preferred taking Ramses back to the apartment that had been their home together for over fifty years- but that was neither here or there.
He makes sure to let Lazarus know of his wishes though, once all seemed to have finally quieted down over at the Tower, and made the arrangements that Ramses would be handled the next morning- preferably before he woke, and before Sam managed to fully talk himself into just saying hell with it, and keeping this undead version of his partner around for good.
And just like they’d arranged, that morning he receives a text on his phone from Lazarus, letting him know they’re on their way. Ramses is mercifully still asleep when the text comes through, and he prays he stays as such, because he’s honestly not sure if he’ll be able to do this with those eyes of his looking at him the entire time.
Forgoing the bandages, he slips on his sunglasses before Lazarus arrives, and it’s just as he does when he hears a feather light knock on his door.
“Hey,” he greets Lazarus, whisper quiet as he leads them inside the apartment. “I-I really appreciate you doing this, I know it had to be a pain in the arse coming back into the city this morning.”