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[ He looks up at her, but he doesn't smile. He's...worried he's already said too much. She doesn't want him to be hard on himself, he doesn't want to burden her with his problems anymore than she already has. His gaze drops despite himself as he wraps his arms around her. ]

Can we...--can I take a raincheck on the head smacking?

[dust_of_life]

{How someone that big succeeds in looking that much like a puppy, she'll never know.

Still, Fatima doesn't want to push. Her fingers graze the side of his head lightly, then fall away.]

Yes.

But only a raincheck.

[runsaway]

[ He nods, leaning in to bump his forehead on the side of hers. She doesn't need this, doesn't need him, really, not right after everything she's been through. That part is very much about her and it should be. She may be able to handle it all, but it doesn't mean that she has to. ]

Thank you.

[dust_of_life]

[She closes her eyes for just a moment, feeling both frustrated and intensely close to him. It's a combination that she can't easily reconcile.

And, well, when she can't reconcile things, her unsettled feelings can only manifest one way...]

So. About your hair.

[Yeah. The corners of her lips might be a little twitchy.]

[runsaway]

[ He enjoys the quiet moment for what it is, but when she speaks again Sam feels his stomach sink a bit. No, not this... ]

...What about it?

[dust_of_life]

Oh, unclench. I was teasing you, Shaggy Doo.

[She kisses the side of his head.]

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[ 8|

Fatima, why do you do this. He huffs, tightening his hold and giving her shoulder a kiss despite the teasing. ]

[dust_of_life]

[There's something oddly victorious and thrilling when Sam kisses her. So often, she finds herself kissing him and while she likes it just fine either way...

Well. It's just nice to know that he occasionally wants her.

Fatima settles against his chest, closing her eyes again. No more teasing.]