@coffincoven said, "you owe me a dinner. a very nice dinner."
he is, in fact, hungover, but he’s not in his bed. he’s in juliet’s with one arm thrown over his eyes, his head pounding and concentrating like he can will away the hangover. much of last night is a blur, but he has enough bits and pieces to put together the puzzle. the fact that he’s in her bed tells him enough.
“please don’t talk about food yet,” he groans. sam rolls over, tangled up in her sheets with half his face pressed into the pillow. “i need, like, an hour at least.”









