Sam doesn't leave campus a lot. He doesn't like to leave campus a lot. He really only leaves campus when he needs to have conversations not fit for campus. Which is why he's at Sarah's, hoping to avoid eavesdropping students and gossiping colleagues who are bound to notice the rare visitor to his office.
His sweater is pulled tight around him and though his wings are still visibleβfalse eyes aglowβthey're drooped and far from looking like an actual threat.
There's one bad thing about not tying herself down to anyone: Sarah never has anyone to massage her shoulders and back after another brutal night on the mat. She has to do it- and everything- all by herself with little success, shown in her stiff movements towards the door.
Is she expecting the brother of the man who's consistently kicking her ass in sparring to be the one standing before her when she opens the door? Nope, not even a little bitβββ but it's not unwelcome. "Of course", she says before stepping aside and pulling the door towards herself so Sam can enter without too much of a hassle. These dudes are fucking huge.
"What can I do for you tonight, Sam?"
