[ Whiskey and leather, bergamot and rosemary; there'd be motor oil if he had his car.
Physical affection is a rare thing these days - it's not like he was doing a lot of real snuggling up in Purgatory, even if he was pressed up against a watchful vampire while he slept. That doesn't exactly count and Benny wasn't precisely what you'd call a cuddler, and he wasn't warm, either. She's warm, a solid presence and in the moment with her there against his chest, she reminds him a little of Charlie. He slips an arm around her, other hand cupping the back of her head, pulls her close. ]
I get it. [ More than people realize; he and Sam were never meant to lead happy lives. Misery and death surround them, like walls that no matter they pound on, don't break. ] It isn't fair. It's not.
[ He blinks down at her, flinching at another crack of fireworks. ]
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Physical affection is a rare thing these days - it's not like he was doing a lot of real snuggling up in Purgatory, even if he was pressed up against a watchful vampire while he slept. That doesn't exactly count and Benny wasn't precisely what you'd call a cuddler, and he wasn't warm, either. She's warm, a solid presence and in the moment with her there against his chest, she reminds him a little of Charlie. He slips an arm around her, other hand cupping the back of her head, pulls her close. ]
I get it. [ More than people realize; he and Sam were never meant to lead happy lives. Misery and death surround them, like walls that no matter they pound on, don't break. ] It isn't fair. It's not.
[ He blinks down at her, flinching at another crack of fireworks. ]
Don't know why it's gotta be people like us.