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Long as I don't die, I'll be fine.

( vague and probably unsettling, so sam--shifts a little. keeps an arm around blue, and moves the other one to grab onto the jack knife in his jeans' pocket. it takes a little bit of effort, moving so he doesn't disturb blue at all.

she's being soft, soothing, and he's going to just fucking ruin it by turning that knife around in his hand, flipping the blade open, and pressing it against the inside of his arm hard enough to break open skin.

it bleeds for a moment, just a bit of blood dragging down his arm before the wound seals up again. it leaves a mark, a little scar, but that'll be gone too before long. )

So you don't gotta worry about me coming back torn up and bruised or whatever.

( blue almost protests when she sees the knife, seemingly out of nowhere, because nothing good tends to come when people start pulling knives out. but she holds off, bites her tongue a moment and waits. she can't stop herself from cursing under her breath when he breaks the skin though, a huffed out sound as she reaches for his arm in time for the wound to heal up before her eyes.

she knows, theoretically, that it's possible, she just hasn't really...seen it happen in front of her like that before. she pulls down her sleeve, uses the edge of it under a thumb to wipe away the little bit of blood there, but she doesn't really look any less concerned. )

I get it, you're tough. I still don't really like the idea of you getting hurt.

( sam hates how stupid soft blue is with him. it isn't necessary, he doesn't need someone to gently wipe blood off of him, doesn't need someone to coddle him when he's upset. even if it feels nice, but it being nice is even fucking worse because it'll just fuck everything up later. he's--only let one person get this close to him, coddle him like this, and blue already reminds sam enough of him without adding on all this extra bullshit.

but he lets it happen anyway. lets her use her sleeve to wipe away the blood, doesn't even say anything snarky about the stains. )

It doesn't really hurt that much. I mean, I feel shit, but it's like--I don't know. You get used to it? Er. Don't really get used-used to it, but shit only stings for a little while.

Oh, well. If it only stings for a little while.

( she's not making fun of him, except for the part where she is a little. she doesn't have the same kind of experience with rapid healing that some people do here — that sam apparently does — but she knows reckless types, and she knows sacrificial types, and she knows short fuses. sam seems to be a volatile mix of all three. maybe not the best person for her to have decided had to be part of her tight-knit group, but well.

it's clearly too late for that. like it or not, she's at least a little invested. )

Can we get off the floor now?

Yeah. Thanks.

( has he said it enough yet? the thank you bit. sam takes another breath, then--wraps an arm firm around blue's waist, gets himself up onto his knees, then stands himself up to his full height from there. drags blue along with him, keeping her pressed to his chest so he's picking up her weight along with his own. while one hand keeps around her waist, the other moves to gather in her legs by holding itself below her ass.

it's more habit than anything else. and he is quick to bend down a little to put her back on her feet after. )

For what, not yelling at you?

( blue is much less in the habit of being picked up and it shows. her hands flounder a bit before she catches hold of the front of his shirt. it doesn't offer much in the way of stability, but it at least stops blue from fumbling her way right out of his grip. it's only quick anyway, sam has her up and then back down again with ease, before she has the chance to really make much of a fuss about it.

still, she responds with a light punch to his shoulder, once her feet are back on solid ground. )

I have legs, you know.

( tiny hands, tiny punches. blue punches him but it doesn't really hurt any. he just--looks down to his shoulder after she hits him. lifts his shoulders. )

Sorry. Habit.

( doesn't specify what it's a habit from, because he doesn't really feel like sharing either. maybe later. and sam doesn't look particularly sorry either. sometimes you just pick people up on accident, no big deal. )

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