“You should take her out Sammy. It’s gonna take time.”
The drive had helped relax Sam like nothing else had since he’d come home. Just the Impala, the familiar rumble of the engine and his brother’s advice. Take it slow. Don’t try and forget it, because that only makes it worse. Remember to breathe. You can do this Sammy.Absently Sam rubbed at his
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All of that control had slipped in Hell, leaving Sam terrified of himself, terrified that in the middle of a nightmare he might hurt Lois, that she might decide the giant wreck in her life might be better off someplace else. Someplace away from his daughter.
The fear eases down every time she's close though, every time she reminds him that he's got something worth fighting for all over again. So despite the tightening anxiety in his chest, Sam moves closer, laying his cheek in her hair and.. it's wonderful.
He's barely aware of the movie, his attention focused more on the comfortable presence beside him and just how much he's missed this.
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But she can feel his tension ease after a while. Feel him curl up closer to her, and God, she's missed it, too. For the past year all she's had is his well-meaning but obnoxious older brother who despite how close they'd gotten, she'd more likely punch than curl up next to. But here Sam is again, really trying now to find his way back to her, and Lois has to concentrate for a moment not to lose it right there in the middle of a frat pack comedy. She shifts into his chest, wrapping her arms around his torso and burying her face in his chest a moment. God, she's missed him. She's missed this. Quiet moments where, however fleetingly, she can pretend that everything is back to normal. That all this is normal.
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He tenses fractionally as Lois wraps her arms around him before settling his arms around her, keeping her close. Warm and soft and so strong. Tears sting his eyes as he nuzzles into her hair, the movie completely forgotten.
"I love you. I'm.. I'm sorry." Sorry for leaving, sorry for being lost, sorry for still not being himself. Sorry for everything.
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But a moment later, just as she thinks she should pull away, his arms wrap around her and it's warm and wonderful and she shuts her eyes, burying her face into his chest again and swallowing the tightness in her throat. It shouldn't be this hard. But he's trying, damnit, and that's all that should matter.
And when she hears his words, she swears she can feel her heart tear right in two. She glances up at him, shaking her head and attempting a smile.
"Sammy, no," she insists, sitting up a bit to graze a hand slowly against his jaw. "Hey, I love you, too. There's nothing to be sorry about, okay? You're home. You're safe. That's all I need."
And maybe she's reminding herself of that, too.
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"I know I'm a mess," because he's not stupid. He shouldn't be this jumpy. Shouldn't be this wrecked. "Probably not what you wanted coming back to you. But I.. I'm trying Lois I swear I am. I want to be better. To get better for both of you."
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"Stop," she pleaded, taking his head in both her hands now. "Look at me. You're here. You're different, but you'll heal, okay? I'm just... You have no idea how happy I am that you're just... here." She's blinking back tears now, not that it does much to hide her emotions. "I love you. And I'll take you any way, shape, or form, you understand me?"
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Sam leans very slowly to press his forehead to hers. No sudden movements, nothing jerky that might startle either one of them. Only the quiet closeness over the sound of the television. "I missed you Lois. So much. You and Elle."
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She leaned into him, nudging her nose lightly against his. The first time since he'd come home that they'd really felt... close. Intimate. Almost... normal.
"I missed you, Sammy," she murmured quietly. "We all did." And slowly, hoping to God not to ruin the moment, she leans in to press her lips lightly to his.
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He wants this back, wants it so much that it hurts and Sam knows that he'd claw his way out of Hell again just for this moment. To have Lois in his arms, warm and soft and she still wants him. She still wants him even though he's a shattered wreck.
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But now... now it felt right again. Now she knew how badly he was fighting to get back there, too. She leaned flush against him, brushing her lips against his, struggling to rein herself in. Slow. They needed to take this slow. No use taking a step forward only to have him wrench away again.
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Sam tries so hard for them both, willing himself to calm, trying so hard to find himself again. He wants his life back, the one that the trials had stolen away.
A shaking hand finds her hair and just rests in it. "I missed you so much."
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