โข sampson (sam) musgraves.
โข you will find him behind the cash register of your favorite coffeeshop.
โข also, heโs a werewolf. very moody on full moons.
โข extremely homosexual.
โข likes flowers and poetry. a lot.
โข looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you.
Actually, I work at a coffee shop downtown. So... I'll be happy to treat ya. Sometime. When you feel like it.
(Oh god. His old self is never too far away, does he?)
Smiles for himself, rubbing the back the back of his neck.
So, um. Welcome back. If you need someone to hang out with or to talk to, I'm... yeah. Right there.
You said it yourself : you were fifteen. I know I was seen as the good boy of the bunch, but I've done my fair share of shitty things.
How are you feeling now? Better...?
"This is not about bragging. It's about being proud of the results of your hard work. You're at it, more than anyone. So, I insist : say it."
Holds him still, kissing the top of his head, acknowledging the fact that no matter how much he fights it, he likes that boy.
The rookie shuffles closer upon feeling Samโs arms around him, arms hooked over his shoulders as his lips press to his cheek.
โI donโt like lying, Sam..โ
He spoke softly, before his dirty blonde head falls to rest on his shoulder as he sways slowly.
โJustโฆhold me. Please.โ
"Just been having troubles sleeping lately. It's nothing."
He doesn't like to be touched when he's like this, probably because he's afraid of the beast lashing out at someone he loves, without being able to control it.
But Jules is Jules.
Groans, very much aware that Danny isn't the most confident boy in the world. He wasn't mad per say, just confused about why he could never root for himself.
Brows furrowed, Sam approached, closing his arms around the boy's hips, looking down.
"Say it. Say you're proud."