Lines of Communication
About two weeks after Sam had moved in, they had their first movie night together. It had been Sam's idea, even texting Bill while Rhys was in the shower to talk about the idea.
So he'd shown up that night, apparently an hour early while Rhys was shopping, but again that had been Sam's idea. Sitting in the backyard, tossing the tennis ball for Bullwinkle and waiting for Rhys, they'd talked. About Sam, about each other and about what they were going to try and build together. It was new territory and frankly a little intimidating, but for Jared's sake and the sake of what they already had - they'd try. Keep the lines of communication as open as possible.
With that out of the way, it had been a good night. Bags of carryout from LuLu's Noodles, beer and the most ridiculous movies Tuck could dig up for them.
Bullwinkle took an immediate liking to Sam and vice versa, the moosedog happily settled in the big hunter's lap for a thorough brushing and scritching while they watched another movie. It was about halfway through 'Tucker and Dale Fight Evil' that Bill glanced back to see Sam fast asleep, one arm thrown around Bullwinkle. He grinned quietly at Rhys. Yeah, bringing the pup had been a good idea. Sam was still settling in and any sleep he could get was probably a good thing.
Picking up his beer, he slid his hand into Rhys's, nodding towards the patio door. Sam would be okay with Bullwinkle for now, and they could do with a few stolen moments alone.
So he'd shown up that night, apparently an hour early while Rhys was shopping, but again that had been Sam's idea. Sitting in the backyard, tossing the tennis ball for Bullwinkle and waiting for Rhys, they'd talked. About Sam, about each other and about what they were going to try and build together. It was new territory and frankly a little intimidating, but for Jared's sake and the sake of what they already had - they'd try. Keep the lines of communication as open as possible.
With that out of the way, it had been a good night. Bags of carryout from LuLu's Noodles, beer and the most ridiculous movies Tuck could dig up for them.
Bullwinkle took an immediate liking to Sam and vice versa, the moosedog happily settled in the big hunter's lap for a thorough brushing and scritching while they watched another movie. It was about halfway through 'Tucker and Dale Fight Evil' that Bill glanced back to see Sam fast asleep, one arm thrown around Bullwinkle. He grinned quietly at Rhys. Yeah, bringing the pup had been a good idea. Sam was still settling in and any sleep he could get was probably a good thing.
Picking up his beer, he slid his hand into Rhys's, nodding towards the patio door. Sam would be okay with Bullwinkle for now, and they could do with a few stolen moments alone.