( didn't expect that guy to be the sort who would get engaged. sam's finished his sandwich, he's still hungry, so he's going to just--casually let himself off the counter and start sifting through cupboards. don't mind him, he's just here for the snacks. )
Must feel real weird then, right? That you guys were close to gettin' hitched far as you remember, and he doesn't remember jack shit about it.
[ Drake doesn't stop him. The first cupboard Sam opens is staples and seasonings but the second has snacks. Go nuts. ]
It did, at first. Not knowing if he forgot or is someone else entirely, and the person I knew is out there alone now. But then I realized as long as we're stuck here, it doesn't really matter. I want to be with him either way.
[ There's more to it. He feels like he helps, and Ephemera trusted him from the start, again. It didn't take long before he fell for this one too. ]
( he--snickers, but it's soft. teasing but not malicious. there's a box of some kind of crackers, which sam pulls down and opens so he can shove them into his mouth. )
[ Drake huffs, stepping closer and digging towards the back of the cupboard -- he has cookies Sam didn't see -- and puts the package on the counter between them. ]
Like that? Nah. He's not ready for something like that.
[ But they're contracted, and living together, and usually sleep in the same bed... so Drake wonders. If they'll get there again. And just what he'll do if that's the case when it comes time to leave. ]
( sucks to be drake, he can't be wooed by sweets. but he'll shove one of the cookies into his mouth anyway, because food is always good and why would he turn it down? )
Were you guys exclusive before? Far as you remember.
( because fuck island would be real inconveniencing if so, wouldn't it. especially since drake's the only one who remembers. but he seems to run with shit just fine, considering how easily he'd opted to just run with sam being an asshole at him during camp. so. )
I let you touch my ass, didn't I? That's a pretty solid second base.
( what base system is he running off of, here. does sam even know? definitely not. crackers down on the counter, he--takes a step closer to drake. slouches a bit and tips his head down a bit so they're a little closer to eye-level. )
( hand to drake's shoulder, but there's no pressure behind the touch. sam's eyes move down to his hand, like he's--considering where he's going with it. )
You haven't pulled shit with me yet, which's points in your favor. I'd say that leaves you at.. ( eyes rolling up, as he--pretends to mouth counting out numbers.
he's shit at math actually but sam knows how to fake it. )
( the secret is that the scale has no meaning. he's just fucking with drake. it's more fun this way. but he laughs soft, pats drake's shoulder, and moves to walk on passed him. )
Yep. I'll see you next time.
( it's not telling drake off so it's some kind of progress, right? )
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Huh.
You and who?
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[ He holds up a hand to stall questions, since he's possibly about to answer a few. ]
The one here doesn't remember any of it, and yes he knows.
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( didn't expect that guy to be the sort who would get engaged. sam's finished his sandwich, he's still hungry, so he's going to just--casually let himself off the counter and start sifting through cupboards. don't mind him, he's just here for the snacks. )
Must feel real weird then, right? That you guys were close to gettin' hitched far as you remember, and he doesn't remember jack shit about it.
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It did, at first. Not knowing if he forgot or is someone else entirely, and the person I knew is out there alone now. But then I realized as long as we're stuck here, it doesn't really matter. I want to be with him either way.
[ There's more to it. He feels like he helps, and Ephemera trusted him from the start, again. It didn't take long before he fell for this one too. ]
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( he--snickers, but it's soft. teasing but not malicious. there's a box of some kind of crackers, which sam pulls down and opens so he can shove them into his mouth. )
Does he wanna be with you like that, even here?
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Like that? Nah. He's not ready for something like that.
[ But they're contracted, and living together, and usually sleep in the same bed... so Drake wonders. If they'll get there again. And just what he'll do if that's the case when it comes time to leave. ]
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Were you guys exclusive before? Far as you remember.
( because fuck island would be real inconveniencing if so, wouldn't it. especially since drake's the only one who remembers. but he seems to run with shit just fine, considering how easily he'd opted to just run with sam being an asshole at him during camp. so. )
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It hadn't come up for a long time, but originally no. Either way I'd say this place is extenuating circumstances, wouldn't you?
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( not during crap like camp but. mostly. a loose roll of his shoulders, before he's switching back to the crackers. )
But 'm starting to get used to you, an' I actually kinda like Terrence, so just wanna make sure I'm not crossing line I didn't know're there.
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[ Drake grins when Sam says he's getting used to him, and it only broadens with the rest. ]
No, man, you're good. Getting used to me, huh?
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( what base system is he running off of, here. does sam even know? definitely not. crackers down on the counter, he--takes a step closer to drake. slouches a bit and tips his head down a bit so they're a little closer to eye-level. )
Cop thing's a little bit of a turn-off though.
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Very few people don't hold it against me, I'm used to it.
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( hand to drake's shoulder, but there's no pressure behind the touch. sam's eyes move down to his hand, like he's--considering where he's going with it. )
You haven't pulled shit with me yet, which's points in your favor. I'd say that leaves you at.. ( eyes rolling up, as he--pretends to mouth counting out numbers.
he's shit at math actually but sam knows how to fake it. )
A solid seven out of ten.
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[ Then Sam's hand is on his shoulder and Drake glances at it, then him, lips quirking like he's trying not to smile. ]
I'll take a seven. Not that I know what this scale is for.
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( a stupid smirk, before he's leaning in the bit of distance that separates them and--presses a kiss against drake's cheek, just below his eye. )
Thanks for the food.
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Anytime. You heading out already?
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Yep. I'll see you next time.
( it's not telling drake off so it's some kind of progress, right? )
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Sure. Take care of yourself, Sam.