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 sighed and rested her forehead against his, closing her eyes as well.

"Yeah," she said. "I get it."

[necroslacker]

"Do you?"

Well, that was both good and bad, really.

"I love you. And I'm trying."

[whenshewasnice]

"Love you too," Natalie murmured. "And I do get it. We are not the kind of couple who manage to focus on the positive in not breaking up."

[necroslacker]

"Which is stupid because it's a good thing," he said and finally wrapped his arms around her waist to embrace her. "Because I wanna be with you. I really just wanna be with you."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie seemed to relax a little more, even though she hadn't really realized she hadn't been entirely relaxed in the first place. (Tension was a constant companion for her.) Some more of her weight settled on him.

"I want to be with you too," she said. "And I accept that we don't work like an average couple."

[necroslacker]

"If I didn't have to leave, you know I wouldn't, right?" Sam asked quietly. "I'd stay."

[whenshewasnice]

"Yeah." Of course, she wasn't entirely convinced he had to leave, but she was keeping that to herself. If he felt like he had to, then he should. "Not that there's any point in dwelling on that much."

[necroslacker]

"I just wanted you to know," he mumbled and fell quiet again.

[whenshewasnice]

"And you know I'd want you to stay."

She didn't make that a question. She hoped it was an obvious enough thing, anyway, that she would have enjoyed him staying.

"So we could just keep doing this."

[necroslacker]

"Yeah," he mumbled, resting his cheek against her shoulder and taking a few breaths. "This is nice."

[whenshewasnice]

"It is, isn't it?"

Just some easy closeness. She always did enjoy the little things. Like absently running her fingers through his hair, which she did now.

[necroslacker]

"It is," he murmured, sighing and turning his head a little towards her hand. "Love you."

It was easy to say and conveyed a lot of what he wanted her to know.

[whenshewasnice]

"I know," Natalie said, moving her fingers slowly back and forth through his hair. "I love you too, Samhain. You are great."

She wasn't sure why she felt like saying that. She just did.

[necroslacker]

"Great?" he asked, a little surprised by that compliment but quietly pleased all the same. "I don't think I've ever heard you say that about me before."

[whenshewasnice]

"Doesn't mean you're not." She wasn't that full of compliments ever, really. "You've been great to me. For me."

[necroslacker]

"Maybe." And he only really said that because he wasn't always high on himself. "You're pretty great yourself."

[whenshewasnice]

"So they tell me." Some people actually did, as jokingly (for her) as she said tht. "I'm glad you think that."

[necroslacker]

"I do," he murmured quietly, nodding again. "I really do."

Which made all those doubts about the future particularly hard for him.

[whenshewasnice]

And yet if they hadn't been hard for him, there would have been very little point in not just breaking up right now.

Funny how that worked.

"Tell me more," she requested quietly. "Tell me more about why I'm great. I'll repay the favour."

She just felt like they could both use the reassurance.

[necroslacker]

Sam took a deep breath and nodded before picking his head up so he could see her again.

"Okay," he murmured. "Okay, I can do that. You're great because...because you love me, of course. And you make me feel good about myself. You're great because you're not scared of me when you should be. You're great because you're so smart and so talented and you know it. You're great because you're confident."

She had that in droves.

"You're great because you're gorgeous. Because you're self assured and comfortable and you bring me lunch when I'm at work. Because you laugh at me even if you don't like laughing and your smile makes my heart flutter."

[whenshewasnice]

"There's never a time when I should be afraid of you."

Natalie couldn't not say that. Being afraid of him was just a thing that didn't really compute with her. As for the rest, there was one of those little smiles, barely there.

"And you're great because you're a slacker who worries about my tension," she said. "And because you can relax me, and because you accommodate my sleeping quirks. And you're great because you're a dorky vegetarian with next to no filtering between your brain and your mouth. Because you say stupid things like talking about how your eyes are dark as night and the moon sings through them." Yeah, she remembered that. "And because you make me laugh even though I don't like laughing."

And one very crucial thing.

"And you're great because you love me even though I am not the nicest or the easiest girl you could have chosen to date."

[necroslacker]

That did make Sam smile the slightest bit. He reached up and brushed his fingers across her cheek.

"You're right, you're not," he said because he could admit that. "But that doesn't matter to me."

He leaned closer and kissed her cheek.

"It's a little corny but the heart wants what the heart wants. And mine wanted you."

[whenshewasnice]

"You're right. It is corny." But she sounded almost fond as she said that. So maybe corny wasn't bad. "Your poor heart."

[necroslacker]

"My heart's been through worse than that," Sam said, shrugging one shoulder. "It'll survive. It's a durable heart."

[whenshewasnice]

"I know." One of her hands came down from his shoulder to slide over his chest. His heart. "It's a good heart, too."