Room 227, Sunday Afternoon

[whenshewasnice]

While Natalie was pretty sure there was weirdness afoot on the island, she hadn't bothered to even pay enough attention to figure out what it was. Fandom was wacky. She was content just knowing that.

Besides, finals week was coming up. This meant she was spending this Sunday going through her notes and checking everything was in order. There were a few textbooks and notebooks strewn around her on the bed, though there was more order to it than it might have seemed. (Of course there was order. This was Natalie.) Currently, her attention was on her American History notes.

It was her least favourite subject this time, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to be doing her best in the final.

[ooc: Open door/post, entertain me while I pretend to be awake.]

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[whenshewasnice]

Natalie tried not to feel too bad about hearing that tone, though it did kind of squeeze at her poor heart. She pushed the food further away, along with her notes and her books, and let go of his hand.

Not to leave, but to climb into his lap. Close contact seemed to be the way to go because she couldn't immediately find the right words.

[necroslacker]

Sam let her, of course, even if he hadn't expected it. Maybe the close contact would help him get out of his own head so he could concentrate on the here and now and not worry about an uncertain future.

[whenshewasnice]

That was Natalie's goal, yes. She settled down with her legs on either side of him, and her hands on his shoulders. Watching him from just that short distance away.

"Hi."

[necroslacker]

"Hi," Sam replied. His voice sounded a little less heart squeezing, at least. He was even looking at her now and managing to keep most of his hurt off his face.

[whenshewasnice]

"Focus on me," Natalie told him, quietly. Softly but without pleading. "You like my face."

She could be inane in the name of distraction, sometimes.

[necroslacker]

"I am," Sam said, blinking a few times to clear his vision and his head a little more. "I see you. I like your face."

See, he was doing a little...better.

[whenshewasnice]

"You like my eyes too." Unblinking though they may have been right now. She could use her intensity for good, too. "And my lips."

[necroslacker]

"Yeah," he agreed with a little nod of his head. He blinked again. "Yeah, I do. I like those things too."

[whenshewasnice]

"And you like it when I smile," she said, with an answering little nod. "You've always liked it. How it can be a surprise."

[necroslacker]

"Yeah," he said, nodding again and rubbing a quick hand over his eyes. "Yeah, I like that too."

Well, he wasn't doing great with conversation but he was listening and starting to focus a little better.

[whenshewasnice]

And that was all that she was going for. Swaying his focus from pain to her. Because there would have been no point to his pain to begin with it, without her.

"And my laugh." Her remained soft and quiet. "I don't know if I really like laughing, but you like the sound of it. And I like yours."

[necroslacker]

"It's good to laugh," Sam responded, shrugging a shoulder. "Even if you don't like it, you should laugh. Good for the soul."

[whenshewasnice]

"Is it still good if I don't like it?"

She was mostly asking because she'd gotten some independent thought out of him and wanted to encourage that; her tone was as close to playful as it ever got.

[necroslacker]

"It's still good," he said after a second. He nodded. "I think it's healthy or something. I read that somewhere."

[whenshewasnice]

"They do seem to have made studies that indicate something like that," Natalie nodded. "Of course, they also flip-flop over whether caffeine is good for you. But that's science for you."

[necroslacker]

"Yeah," Sam agreed, nodding. Not that he really knew about studies involving caffeine but he was trying to participate. "Science."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie gave him a ghost of a smile. You know, for trying.

"Not that I'm huge on caffeine, either," she mused quietly. "But sometimes coffee's good."

[necroslacker]

"I guess." He wasn't much of a coffee person, really. He liked soda sometimes and even milkshakes but not coffee. "Better in ice cream form, though still not great."

[whenshewasnice]

"Coffee ice cream?" Natalie asked, almost curious. "Never had any."

She'd just lived through the worst of the heat with iced coffee.

[necroslacker]

"It's not that great," Sam said, shrugging a shoulder. "I mean, it's just ice cream and it tastes a little like coffee. Chocolate's better."

[whenshewasnice]

"Chocolate's better than a lot of things." She didn't eat a whole lot of it, but still. "Not better than you, though."

[necroslacker]

"Some people would argue with that," he said and shrugged. He didn't smile but he sounded a little lighter than previously. "Thanks."

[whenshewasnice]

"I don't care about random people's opinions," Natalie said, and meant it, though her tone was light. "You're better than chocolate to me, that's all I care about."

[necroslacker]

"Thanks," Sam said again, ducking his head. "That's nice of you to say."

[whenshewasnice]

"I'm not saying it because it's nice." And he hadn't suggested she was, but it was best to state it anyway. Somehow. "I'm saying it because it's true. You're not the only one who likes someone else's face."