we're laughin' till our ribs get tough
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A look into life for Sam Willis and Danny Littell after the war. --- "You okay?" Danny asked gently, lying on his side and propped up on one arm, most likely to better watch Sam, who was still standing by the bed like a frozen automaton. To be able see Danny like this, well fed and content, did something to Sam, a feeling that was hard to quantify, but was high and bright, like a harp string being plucked. But the note had soured in placing Danny within the context of his childhood home and all the memories of his past. He didn't fit here, and neither did Sam. It chafed, a shirt poorly tailored and a size too small. "I think I'm just tired," Sam said, blinking slowly and rubbing a hand down his face. "C'mere," Danny shuffled over and pat the mattress, his face open and body relaxed. Sam was exhausted enough that he didn't spare a thought to what it might look like, the two of them curled up in bed together. Mostly he was just sort of numb, a little homesick for the apartment back in California that he shared with Danny, their own sacred space away from the prying eyes of the wider world.
a fic to celebrate one whole year of replacements au with @moghraidhs!! i wanted to mark the occasion, so here it is, a month later haha.
