#{samson6}

After the extremely... informative job interview, Peter knew that he couldn’t keep avoiding Samson (again). Some part of his mind had told him that the boy probably didn’t want to see him, after his fight with Peter’s best friend. It was a logical fallacy that Peter had buried himself in, the idea that because Peter had a tenuous connection with the vampire that had attacked his sister (and that new information brought a lot more to light about why Samson had lost control in the first place) meaning that he was just as bad.

But he couldn’t simply keep avoiding his problems like they would just go away if he did, and beyond that he was extremely worried about Samson. He had seen the state that Kolya had been in after their fight, and he wasn’t stupid enough to think that the vampire hadn’t fought back against the bear. It made no sense to think that, and he wasn’t an idiot besides.

Well, yes maybe he was an idiot, but that wasn’t the point.

He was nervous when he entered the bakery, three days after the job interview because he couldn’t quite bring himself to stop in that same day, noting that the place seemed rather quiet, and his hands shoved into his pockets defensively. Approaching the counter felt like walking to the chopping block. He couldn’t handle losing another person who had wormed their way into his life right now. Another friend. Or something. Lines were a bit hazy when it came to Samson, but... His heart was already broken enough. If this was going to end badly, Peter could only hope that it was quick, like a slap.

“Samson?” He tried to keep the tone even, neutral, but there was a waiver, nerves creeping in and making it impossible to hide. “Are you here?”