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Whenever Darlin sits on his lap Sam rocks their hips back and forth, pretty much subconsciously at this point

If they’re sat the other way his hands still always lay on his hips/thighs

Darlin is very very good at special awareness, this makes them very good at parking.

They are also somewhat clumsy at the same time, they don’t bump into things or people but will trip over their own feet.

Sam likes it cause it means he can catch them. Sometimes he watches them just to see if there is gonna be an opportunity for it.

Sam puts his clothes in the dryer before wearing them sometimes when Darlin’s away.

Neither of their handwriting is very legible. Sam’s in more of cursive way. Darlin in a ‘those aren’t even words’ way

Sam does in fact keep a photo of Darlin’ in his wallet

His wallet is falling apart, he does not want a new one.

Darlin doesn’t own one, they keep things in their pockets and constantly accidentally wash their change.

Darlin’s work out playlist is full of pure garbage. It’s just a mess, you could play it at a rave and some people would still leave.

They really like blackbird by the Beatles though

Sometimes they both just sit in the couch watching old music videos/performances on YouTube together

Sam’s seat on the couch has a genuine imprint of his booty

he feels like a vein has popped.

“seriously? it’s freezing cold, the dead of winter,” david points out with furrowed brows as he changes into new clothes — he’s not used to seeing your back turned to him while he did that, “angel—”

“i—…” you huff out with tense shoulders, “i just want to give you your space.”

your tone was mocking, but you meant it deep down. maybe you were just a bit much for him right now.

david doesn’t say anything. his words are hitched in his throat. what could he say to make you stay and let him hold you?

you left him in the bedroom with the door closed. as much as you hated to admit it, he was incredibly correct; it was as cold as ice out in the living room. his body heat seemed to envelope you, but you didn’t have that now.

the tv was on, since you hated falling asleep in pure silence. you had some cushions surrounding you for comfort and the blanket wrapped taut around your figure. the volume was on low and the brightness of the movie shines upon your face.

you angrily type into your notes app about how much your day sucked at work. the clicking of your fingers against your screen kept you awake, along with your need to tell anyone about your struggle. it didn’t matter that nobody would read it but yourself, as long as it was readable.

an hour and a half later, you’re asleep. david gets confirmation after he leaves his warm bedroom to see you with your phone hanging in your hand off the side of the couch. you would’ve never come back to bed with how the argument went, so he had to wait til now. you were stubborn, but in the end he didn’t mind.

he sighs when he sees you. your nose is dug deep into the blanket and you were cold to the touch. he sits on the coffee table opposite you and reaches a hand out, gently caressing your face. even in your sleep, you turn into his touch. it makes his heart ache — he’s had enough.

in one full swoop, he’s got you scooped up into his arms and he’s walking back to bed after turning off the tv and fixing the couch pillows.

you stir awake when he begins to tuck you in and fix your pillow.

“hm?” you mumble out as you begin to open your eyes.

“shh, i didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispers back as he settles in beside you, “i… i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have said that to you earlier, i like talking to you, angel.”

“i’m sorry too… for not letting you relax.” you say quietly against his chest, sleep already taking over you again.

david seems to notice. “go to sleep, angel.”

your arm wraps around his waist and tugs you closer to his warmth. “how come you moved me back?”

he stalls for time by rubbing your back and holding you closer. he tries to not let any heat escape from you as your cold face turns warmer by the second. “i can’t rest knowing that i could be sleeping next to you instead.”

the smile on your face can’t be suppressed — you know him too well, he’s just a big softie at heart. and you could hear it beating as hard as a drum.

“ya’ big baby.” you joke as you press a kiss to his cheek. he rolls his eyes.

for the first time that night, you ease right against your boyfriend and he does the same to you. a chaste kiss is pressed to your forehead.

“i love you, angel.” he mutters against you. you’re fast asleep, but the way you nuzzle closer into him tells him everything he needs to know.

.*• asher talbot

“what? you were serious?” asher trails behind you like… for the lack of a better term, a lost puppy.

“yes, asher,” you grumble out as you collect the spare pillows and blankets from the linen closet, “i’m sleeping on the couch.”

“c’mon, babe, i’m sorry, i didn’t know it was special like that,” he claims as he tugs on the blanket, “i didn’t mean what i said.”

you glare at him with weak anger. he was giving you those stupid puppy dog eyes and you were still at the point of your relationship where it got to you.

asher had tried cleaning up the house before you got home from work, but in the act he had accidentally broken a hand-made figurine your nephew had made you years ago. it meant a lot to you as he gave it to you during a hard time you were having. it was safely on a shelf in your home office, somewhere you warned asher not to mess around in due to some expensive items in there, but he disregarded it.

you knew he meant well, but when he showed you the mess and claimed he could ‘buy a new one of those weird thingies’, you just snapped at him. it was a very personal matter that he seemed to take lightly. you told him he’d be sleeping alone tonight because of this whole ordeal. truthfully, he didn’t know you were genuinely upset until he saw tears in your eyes, so he had just been joking around about the figurine the whole entire time.

now, he stood at the end of the couch as he twiddled his thumbs.

“babe, i—i’m really sorry, i didn’t know,” he mumbles out again, “i didn’t mean to make you cry.”

you still knew he only had good intentions, but your frustration would only boil up and explode in his face if you weren’t left alone to dwell on it.

“i know, ash,” you sigh as you fix your pillow, “please, just go to bed.”

you swear you could hear him frown with your back turned to him. he mumbles out a short ‘okay’ before heading to your shared bedroom. after a few minutes, your makeshift bed is set up and you’re ready to get some sleep. but you can’t rest.

you’re staring at the ceiling with a pillow hugged to your chest, tears pouring down your cheeks. laying in the dark made you feel somewhat less alone. only the lamp lights from the street peaked through the curtains to offer some sight.

the item meant so much to you. your frustrations seemed to be less concerned with asher and more with yourself at this point. after hours of laying there, you found yourself rubbing your eyes and sniffling.

and suddenly, you hear him again.

“i’m sorry, i couldn’t do it, i can’t leave you alone,” he says from his spot at the end of the couch again, “please, babe, can i sleep here with you?”

“it’s 1am, ash, why are you still up?” you whisper out with a wavy voice.

“i can’t go to sleep knowing you’re mad at me.” he claims quietly.

“i’m not mad, i just… can’t sleep.”

it’s like his ears perk up at that, because his voice goes up a little in tone. “me neither. so…?”

after a second, you open the blanket. “c’mere—”

you’re cut short as asher quite literally dives into your arms. he digs his head into your chest and wraps his arms tightly around you. your arms lay on his shoulders as you stare at the ceiling.

“i’m so sorry, babe.” he mumbles against your shirt.

you swallow your nerves and retort, “i know, ash, it’s okay. it was an accident.”

“i made you cry.” he states.

“don’t worry about it, i’m… just a big crybaby.” you sigh out.

“i don’t want to make you cry, babe,” he says as he lifts himself up, “i can try and glue it back together if that’s okay with you?”

you can see his eyes even in the dark with the streetlights upon his face. reaching up, you rub his cheek. “yeah, okay. we can try that.”

milo leans against your hand before he leans down and presses a few kisses to your lips. he was surely the clingy kind, you don’t know what you were expecting by asking him to leave you alone for more than an hour in the same house. but you wouldn’t change it.

“all this time apart is making me sleepy, babe.” asher says as he lays back down against you.

you hold him tight and respond, “should we head back to bed, then?”

“nah, i’m already comfy like this,” he whispers back to you as he begins to fall asleep, “goodnight, babe, i’m sorry again. i’ll make it up to you.”

you brush your fingers along his neck and kiss the side of his head. “goodnight, asher. it’s okay. thank you.”

he has that stupid smile on his face as he hugs you tight. you find yourself falling asleep a mere five minutes later.

.*• milo greer

the door is pushed open and milo comes into the house first and tosses his keys onto the little dish plate by the entrance. you follow behind and continue to listen to his complaints.

“knew the department was full of assholes, but that lil’ ‘ex-partner’ of yours was really gettin’ on my nerves, sweetheart,” milo huffs as he pulls off his overcoat and places it in the closet beside him, “if he mentioned that ‘one trip to san diego’ one more time, i was gonna’ swing at the sucker.”

“yet you’re not jealous, huh?” you mumble out as you sit on the couch and untie your shoes.

“hell no! i just hated the way he was lookin’ and talkin’ about ya’, like everyone already knows you two were work partners before, don’t need to keep it in the conversation,” he shakes his head as he speaks, “and why do you keep sayin’ that i’m jealous? you want me to be?”

“no, milo, but it’s fine if you are. you just spent the whole hour trip home talking about how much that guy pisses you off,” you explain to him as you rub your neck to relieve some stress, “everyone at work knows that i am in love with you.”

“obviously not that jackass judgin’ by the way he was practically undressing you with his eyes.” his little remarks were beginning to get to you.

you were trying to enjoy your work party, despite the department being the epitome of a half-assed work environment. it had been a while since something like this, and with the current stress of your most recent investigation, you just wanted to relax. you brought milo along since everyone’s partners were invited and he wanted to spend the night with you. what you hadn’t expected was for him and one of your coworkers to be exchanging shots at each other the whole night. while they were distracted, one of your supervisors had made a comment on how tonight was meant to be a celebration, not a competition.

though you were glad that milo wanted to come, he was a bit… feisty.

now, you were here, arguing with milo about his attitude at the party and how he won’t own up to it. you just wanted him to realise that his jealousy towards your coworker wasn’t unwarranted, per say, but rather didn’t need to be shown in such a way. the argument had escalated to the point where you were still heated by bed time.

not wanting to continue, you decided to head back to the couch for the night and sleep there. milo was taking his shower while you collected your things and made yourself as comfortable as you could in the living room. by the time you had laid down and were ready to scroll on your phone,. you had heard his voice.

“sweetheart? where the hell—?” he begins as he paces through the corridor to find you in your new ‘bed’, “what is this? the fuck are you doin’ out here?”

“i don’t wanna’ argue all night, milo, just let me sleep out here.” you sigh as you lay a hand over your eyes.

he furrows his brows and crosses his arms. “you ain’t sleepin’ here, sweetheart.”

“yes i am.”

“no, you’re not.”

you glare at each other for a short moment before milo rolls his eyes and rounds back to the room. you think that he’s finally letting it go and listening to you for the first time tonight. however, the silence only lasts a few minutes.

“what are you doing?” you deadpan as you watch milo trudge back into the living room with the bed blanket and pillows.

“the fuck does it look like? i’m sleepin’ here too,” he scoffs as he attempts to make the floor beside you, “i don’t want the bedroom if you’re not there.”

“don’t be silly.” you say as you lean up on your arm.

“you’re bein’ silly, tryna’ sleep out here all alone,” milo retorts with a shake of his head, “i don’t care that we were fighting, i always wanna’ come back to bed with you.”

you stare at him and he tries to get comfortable on the rug. it’s a scene, really — this stubborn guy trying to be heartfelt and sleep next to you regardless, albeit with his back to you. he was always trying to one-up you.

“move over.” you say as you lift yourself up from the couch.

as you’re squeezing into the spot in between him and the couch, he scoffs, “hey, don’t sleep on the floor, idiot, you’ll hurt your back…”

his complaints die down as you wrap your arms around his waist and hug him tight. he holds his breath as you kiss the back of his neck.

your warmth consumes him and he’s pretty sure he’s lost all train of thought. while he is stubborn and always seems to put up a cold front, you knew how to melt his heart, as if you’ve known all along.

“i love you, always.” you whisper against him.

he exhales through his nose and plays with your hand. “i love you too, sweetheart, forever.”

you close your eyes with your face buried in the back of his neck, waiting for sleep to overtake you and to ready yourself with pains tomorrow morning.

“maybe i was a little jealous.”