#wantedyoutofight

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“---- Is there something you need of me?” The Knight Commander was going over battle plans and maps for their next trip to the East. The Prince was standing maybe just a couple inches away from his desk. Sam frowned and then signed, just in case people were watching; ‘Is everything okay?’

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“I’d like to point out that I was voted the favorite!”

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“--- It’s not that bad. ‘m okay, really.”

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“--- What did you break?”

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“----- Please, begging you. Stop showing me the pictures.”

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“Hey,” He sat on the edge of the very comfortable bed in the nice room that the whatever convention they are at this time set up for the actors. Well, actors plus one.  Though, instead of complaining like he usually would find himself doing, he was quiet. His twin needed him to just. Sit. “I know you’re not okay but. . . I’m here, Jared, okay?” He knew from what Jensen spoke ( in a very worried boyfriend way ) that this was because of that Always Keep Fighting thing and the stories of everything getting to him.  Sam wanted to help him, but he wasn’t sure where to begin. So he just, started small. A hand on his back, rubbing little circles against his back.

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“Two minutes! You couldn’t even go two minutes!” Thin lipped and almost embarrassed, the upset male run his fingers through his hair. “You bring me to this party and you can’t even---- no, stop touching me, ‘m trying to talk to you!” Would his boss ever listen? No. No, he would not.

[limerentia]

Andei lendo umas mensagens antigas nossas no meu celular. Você disse “confia em alguém, pelo menos uma vez”. Engraçado foi o resultado. Eu confiei de olhos fechados, você não confiou nem em si mesmo.