Cigars and Booze

He looked at the male and just longed for a conversation with him. He didn’t want them fighting or being at odds like they were at the moment, so he decided to stop being selfish, but that’s honestly what he had been to Samson. He was the one who put the distance there, he was the one hiding Samson’s one year old daughter from him… so in this situation he was highly selfish. And growing more and more scared that Samson would never talk to him again or even want to see his face. He heard the man’s voice, which soothed him more than he let on, but he came out of his thoughts and shook his head. “How? Me using my powers is equivalent to you using your muscles. Actually my powers are more validated. I was born with them, You grew muscles!” Hye teased the other, because he knew that a fun and playful argument was what the two of them needed at the moment. He did note how the other didn’t say anything about the roommate comment, but he didn’t know if that was reassuring or not. So he just decided to ignore that too. He sighed and looked up at the male and just looked back down towards his hands, then towards the window automatically thinking their ship have sailed.

“Nothing is stopping you.” He shrugged softly and looked out of the window. He nodded his head and looked out the window, maybe the other could get more progress with her. Maybe they needed to bond or have their demons halves bond together. But who knew - but Wyl never doubted that Issy would be better with both parents in her life. That was why he was here.  “Well, in order to do that you have to come see her.” He stated, but was still thinking while looking out the window. He knew that he was probably being over dramatic with his thoughts, but he was always a mess when around Samson. The man just got him going to places he didn’t know his mind could go. But that all stopped when the truck sputtered. “Sammy…” He called once he first heart it, but then the truck came to a complete stop. “I….” He looked at the steaming truck, but then back to the man in front of him. Not sure what was fully going on with the truck, but he could definitely tell that it wasn’t good. “So, what the heck happened to that? See this is why you should’ve took my offer up when i offered you a new truck back then.” He shook his head and looked at the other, but sighed. “So what do we do now?”

Samson scoffed. “I grew into the muscles I was born into having eventually,” he debated. But the demon had a point. He was born with his powers so they weren’t any less natural for him than the wolf-born muscles were for the Beta. What smile he did have somewhat faded though as Wyl said nothing was stopping him from seeing the little girl. Again he chose to bite his tongue instead of saying anything, but when the demon backed off from him after the last time he offered help, it did keep him from seeing her. He wasn’t going to do so if things were so tense between them. “Well, now that I know you’re okay with me seeing her, I will,” he stated dryly.

Intimacy was difficult for Henry. Sex was easy, but the affection, the part that he got from Samson– it was different and almost difficult for him to full comprehend. Samson was perhaps the only person who he freely allowed himself to be open with. The hand across his back was comforting and the Omega allowed his eyes to fall closed in appreciation of the motion. When the man spoke, the wolf was shaking his head in slight protest. “You know… I am fine.” Perhaps he wasn’t fully and never truly would be okay, but he was okay enough to be alone while the other worked.

“You don’t have to take care of me.”

Countless times they’d had this conversation and it always went the same way. The older wolf suggesting he take some time away from work when he noticed the younger one was in one of those moods. More than usual anyway. Only for Henry to say he was fine, that Samson didn’t have to take care of him. “You’re not completely fine... and you know me. I want to be here for you. Not taking care of you isn’t really an option.” His arm went around Henry a little tighter, just to pull him in closer and hold him there. Since the day he got him from that pack, Samson had been fiercely protective of the Omega, putting so much into giving him an environment he felt safe in. 70 years later, he was still the same. He couldn’t just stop it. “If you needed me and I wasn’t here, you’d call me, right?” He’d asked that a million times too.

He hated this already, because it felt slightly tense to him and that they had a big elephant in the room that neither of them wanted to talk about. He sighed and looked at his daughter’s father. But still didn’t say anything else, because he knew went to submit to the beta. “Yeah, don’t even doubt me, because I could probably still handle my own with fixing things fairly well. Or at least I could try.” He meant use his powers. He chuckled lightly, because it honestly warmed his heart when he and Samson laughed and got along. It was those moments that made his heart swell.

He settled into his seat and watched as the other started up the car and they got to driving. He wondered why didn’t the wolves of his daughter and Sammy connection or communicate, but he knew that it helped him out for his good. He dropped his head and looked at his hands when the male asked about the sweet young girl. He was still holding things back from the male, so when Sammy showed that he cared for the girl, it made Wyl feel like complete shit. “Uh, if you aren’t busy with your roommate… you can see her tonight if you want.” Yeah he said ‘roommate’ to see if the male would correct him by saying boyfriend or lover - which was a way he was trying to see if the man was still single or not. “She is trying to stand up more, but she definitely sin’t making progress at all.” He chuckled. 

It was what he was trying to avoid by even talking about that subject. He didn’t want there to be any tension ever, and certainly not within fifteen minutes of talking again. So when they were actually able to get past it and even laugh a little, Samson held onto it. “Yeah but you cheat,” he replied with a slight snicker, just playing with him, but knowing he did have his powers to turn to. The wolf only relied on simply knowing how to fix things. As the conversation turned to the girl, the wolf noticed from the corner of his eye how Wyl seemed to drop his head. It got a suspicious, odd glance from him before returning his eyes to the road. Roommate. Samson hummed, as it just seemed weird. Henry wasn’t exactly just a roommate, but they weren’t a couple either. Sure they got intimate here and there and Samson was very protective of him, but it wasn’t like they were anything established. The Beta wolf kept himself open in that regard. But he didn’t correct Wyl either.

“The moon… the trees–”

The wolf hummed to himself softly. It was more abstract than just that, he knew his artwork came out as distorted or muddled when he was in a mood like this. But that had been his intention as he painted. His art was the only thing that the Omega had to grasp onto.

It was easy for Henry to move into position as the wolf moved him, his body shifting so that he could lay onto the beta’s chest and just listen to his heart beat. The sound allowed the wolf to be more level, his mind ceasing for just a moment. “Normal things– the usual…”

He nodded as just those couple of words wee spoken. It was those distorted and abstract paintings that were among Samson’s favorites, despite the mood they came from. It was comforting in the way Henry just moved with him, the two so naturally taking to each other’s presence. The Beta closed his eyes at the feeling of the slight weight of his head laying on his chest, and like clockwork his hand came up to run idly along his back. It was somewhat a relief that nothing new was bothering Henry, but still troubling that the same things were. He didn’t know how to help ease the Omega’s mind from all of that, but Samson made it clear that he was there for him. Maybe there was comfort in the fact that he knew Henry needed him, gave the old wolf someone to look after and take care of. He would have preferred to meet him under different circumstances though. “You know, if you ever need me to take some time from the bar to be here with you, I will.” Yes, his bar was important to him, but the Omega was even more important. The moods the younger one got into couldn’t help but concern Samson and he wouldn’t leave him to deal with it on his own.

“Sammy…” He sighed softly, but dropped the issue. Because he knew when Samson was done talking about something - and he also knew when to push it and when not to push it with Sam.  But this was mostly his fault because he was the one who pushed hard at Sam when the male tried to help him out with Isabella. But in Wyl’s weird mind he didn’t think that the male would want to have anything to do with the girl or Wyl after he found out - even though Samson has literally been there even since Isabella was born. He looked the man that meant so much to him. He knew that it was against his demon nature to be so deeply in love with the male, but he was and he would have did anything for Samson. But for now he would stop and hold back his offers of help, until Sammy and he got over the tense spot of whatever it was that was going on. He really didn’t care much for the second income, but more so about getting back into Sammy’s life and maybe heart one day. 

“Yeah, why not?” He smiled at the man and shook his head. “Maybe I can even give you pointers on how to fix things.” He knew Samson probably knew everything to fix things, but he couldn’t help but flirt playfully and just try to find a way to be with the male. He sighed and shook his head, because he wasn’t sure if he was making progress or if Samson was just putting up with him. He moved towards the passenger seat of the truck and hoped in. He figured it would be more normal for him to ride with the male than just teleporting everywhere. “You have to see Issy. She’s getting so big.”

Samson didn’t say another word about the matter, even as the demon so softly said his name. He didn’t want to get into it. He just didn’t understand why Wyl had gotten so resistant before, especially when he was sure he was the only one even offering to help him. And the demon was struggling without his help. But he let it go then and now wasn’t the time to start in on it either. He snorted with a slight nod as the demon said he could even give him pointers. “Good to hear you still have your sense of humor.”

Getting settled into the driver’s side, he slammed the heavy door shut and waited for Wyl to get in and situated. For a long moment he drove without a word spoken, though he half smiled at the mention of the little girl. Needless to say, Samson was never one for kids, but something about Wyl’s daughter kind of broke through the wolf’s tough exterior. He’d even been one of the first to hold her after being born. “I bet. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her,” he said quietly, glancing over at the demon and then out his window before he returned his eyes to the road as he drove. Too long, he thought, but wouldn’t say out loud. “How old is she now? About a year, right?”

Henry shifted onto the bed and rested his cheek down on the sheets of the man’s bed. He liked to be here, to lay with the man and just listen to him breathing for a little while.

“Wasn’t boring…” He said softly as his eyes roved over the man’s face. He took in a deep breath through his nose and then let it out through his mouth. Something he had been taught to do in order to keep himself calm and leveled. “Painted– had things swirling… Wanted to get them out.”

“Yeah?” For a moment or so, there was concern in his eyes as he mutually looked over the younger wolf’s face. Then he locked eyes with him. It was hard for Samson not to be protective over him, knowing just what he came from and what he still suffered from. “What did you paint?”, he asked quieter. “More pictures of me?” He cracked a small smile, just lighthearted teasing. At first it was almost alarming how often Henry drew or painted pictures of him, but he learned to get used to the fact that he was one of the few things that calmed the younger wolf. He was, after all, the one who got him out of that abusive pack. He returned to laying on his back, an arm casually slipping under Henry to pull him in and have him resting on his chest. Perhaps the other wolf calmed him in return. “You say you had things swirling and needed to get things out. Something bothering you?”

“Come on. You see how well I can run Helium. And I am cool with most of the wolves on this side of town anyways. Yeah, it’s because of you.” He chuckled and shook his head. Honestly he just wanted to give back to Sammy, because the man had given him the world - even if he didn’t know about her. He looked up at the male and shook his head. He knew that Samson could be stubborn when he wanted to. “Is tonight not a good night? I mean, I have the babysitter for a while. So I can just cook something, we can catch up, and then I can leave you alone for the night.” He offered. Yeah, he wanted to get back close with Sam so that he could tell the man about his daughter, but there was still the underlying sensation of him needing Sammy. His body was craving for the man. He had wanted more of Samson after the night, but he didn’t want to ruin their friendship or what they had - even though he was definitely in love with the man. “But I can help you fix up somethings. Probably. Okay I can’t. But it’d be fun to watch you at work.”

The wolf shook his head, arms crossing over his chest. “It’s not that I don’t think you can handle helping out at the bar. We’re just not getting into that subject right now.” It was confusing for the Beta, how the demon seemed to take such offense when he offered to help him, but now he was offering to help out at the bar, mentioning he could use a second income. Maybe it was just his way of accepting he did need help after all? Whatever the reasoning, Samson preferred to talk about it another time, not when they just started talking again. He did quirk a brow as Wyl voiced wanting to watch him do the repairs, somewhat nodding. “I mean, you can if you want. I don’t think it’ll be all that interesting though,” he replied with a soft laugh. “But sure, we can start at the bar and go from there. It won’t take long at the bar anyway. Just have to fix one of the barrels.” Samson started to back up to his truck. “I know you can do that... teleport thing, but you’re welcome to ride with me if you want.” Okay, so while the wolf wouldn’t let himself acknowledge it, there was a pull to the demon that he couldn’t quite explain. Nor did he want to. He made it thus far in his life without getting attached to anyone and he was fine with it, but there was just something about Wyl. And now with him there in front of him, their night together certainly flashed in mind. “It’s up to you,” he said with a clear of his throat, turning now and pulling himself up into his truck.

He was smiling on the inside, because he always felt safe and able to be himself around Samson. He knew Samson had seen him at his worst and never judged him for it. “Well, the offer still stands if you need a co manager then I’m here to help. I could use the second income sometimes.” He teased the other, because he knew he had got pissy in the past when Sammy asked to help - but that was just Wyllem’s conscious getting at him for not letting the man know that the beautiful little girl was also his. “I’m doing okay. Some days are bad days and some days are good days. And today is a good one. Even better now….” that I’m here with you, Wyl finished the thought inside of his head. “So how about I make you dinner tonight? And we can catch up? Yeah?” He gave the male a hopeful look, because he’s really missed the hell out of this man. He wanted to catch up with Sammy, see how his life was, if he had someone special - hopefully not - and maybe figure out how he could tell Sammy about Isabella without triggering a bomb within the man.

A humming laughing is all he gave in response to the offered help at the bar. They didn’t need to go there when helping the demon seemed to be a sore subject every time it was brought up. He nodded, glad to hear that Wyl was doing alright, though the way he said that last bit piqued his interest a little. Better now? Because of him? With a tilt of his head, letting his brown eyes scan over the demon, the let that suggestion roll about in his head. It’d been a while since he’d been in good company, save for Henry, and he barely had the time anymore to cook something decent. He didn’t even encourage the omega to cook for him as Samson never really knew what time he’d be home. The only thing he had to was fix the brewing barrel. Other than that, it was a good night for the demon to come over as he planned on staying in. “I think that’s a good idea. I just have to go over to the bar and do some repairs. Come over whenever is good for you.” As much as he always preferred to keep a distance from most people, it bothered him that they distanced themselves from each other. And he didn’t realize how much it bothered him until the demon was there in front of him. 

That night had found Henry watching the moon.

It wasn’t that he was feeling restless or unable to sleep that night, but rather that he was just thinking. The omega hadn’t even realized how late it was when he heard the truck outside their small home. For now, Henry stayed put. He hadn’t wanted to bug the man, but then he had wanted to see the man. If only for a little while. Creeping into the room, he checked to see if he was sleeping only for him to speak up. The omega pushed in then and padded towards the bed. “I was checking to see if you were sleeping.” He whispered out before he was getting into bed with the man. “You were late… I knew you’d be tired.” He explained softly.

As the omega got up onto the bed, Samson shifted his bulky form to laying on his side. Henry was one of the rare few he allowed into his bed like that, otherwise avoiding such closeness with anyone else. He managed a small tired smile and nodded as he propped his head up with an arm. “I appreciate the consideration. It was a busy night and I am tired, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to keep you out.” His sleepy smile remained as he looked at the omega. “How was your night? Not too boring, I hope?” The Beta did feel a little guilty leaving the other wolf alone so often when tending to the bar.