From: samtheman	Date: December 14th, 2010 02:20 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sam/AB

"Yeah," he nodded. "A real fighter," he said quietly.

He felt like he had been punched in the stomach, all the air left his lungs. He just closed his eyes and laid back all the way, letting his head hit the step lightly. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I would never..." he felt a warm tear slip out of one of his eyes, it slipped down the crease and disappeared to a place AB would never see.

"I don't want that," he said quietly. All he really wanted to do was run.

	From: atotheb	Date: December 14th, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sam/AB

Her face was burning, shame building, but she had picked a course and she was following it through to its natural conclusion.

"I don't either." It was the most honest thing she could offer. She didn't want to lose Sam, that's why she was pushing his feelings away (and her own confusing feelings as well).

She decided then that she couldn't tell him she'd be on NOLA for Christmas. She'd been dragging her heels on it anyway, but if she told him he'd expect her to visit. They both needed time apart to sort this out.

"I'm going back inside," she said suddenly. She got up a bit woozily from her spot on the stairs and stalked off back inside. She needed to find Shelby, or more booze. This was a problem she felt the need to drink away.

	From: samtheman	Date: December 14th, 2010 03:07 am (UTC)		(Link)
	Sam/AB

He kept his eyes closed, refusing to watch her walk away. "Good night," he said, he wasn't even sure if she heard it. He laid where he was for a long time, doing his best to remember breathing. When he finally forced himself up he made his way to the truck and sat for a while before starting the truck and driving home. He just wanted to curl up with Frankfort and sleep until his chest stopped hurting.