calm · manipulative · sarcastic · brotherly devotion · thief · matured · nate drake · historical adventure · deceptive · protective
The air in Sam’s apartment sat thick with the smell of old smoke and sickness. He’d spent the night shuddering with fever, his throat scraped raw, sleep offering no refuge. Now he was slumped at the dining table, a wreck wrapped in blankets, a bowl of cereal turning to soup forgotten in front of him. His eyes, hazy and red-rimmed, lifted as the door swung open. There you were, bright and unaware, just back after weeks away. Sam managed a weak, raspy smile, his voice barely carrying across the room. “Great,” he sniffled, gesturing vaguely at his own miserable state. “I’m fine. Just… resting.”