#bear.8

Twilight faded into night as Samson busied himself about the cabin, a movie night - though really just an excuse like any other to spend the evening together. Fixing a bowl of popcorn, Samson looked up and saw Bear standing on the other side of the window… an almost eerie look in his eye. A menacing smile, so wide it looked like it might split the other’s face completely; shutting his eyes, Samson willed it away, opening them again to the night. “Bear - ?” Calling out, he turned to see the other in the doorway, “There’s…” he looked back toward the glass, confused, “something at the window, I thought it was you.”