[video; action]

[shifting]

[shaky video at first. Sam's voice seems in the background for a moment, but it's quickly choked off with dry-heaving. The video tilts down sharply from a plaid-covered chest to bare feet, and soon after a pile of clothes. A dog lies down on them a moment later, curled up and whining softly.

The feed runs out.]



((open to anyone who wants to drop in - Sam finally caught the oubreak))

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[ergomaniac]

[That takes him by surprise, and he nearly jerks back. His expression is unguarded, sentimental, sorrowful, and hopeful.]

I, ah...

[He swallows, his brow furrowed, and finally manages to gather his thoughts.]

That's a...really kind thing to say, Sam.

[shifting]

S'true. You've got a carin' streak in you a mile wide. [closing his eyes. He still feels dizzy; he wants to sleep. He hopes he can take that image with him into dreams: Edgeworth open, touched, and vulnerable.]

[ergomaniac]

[He swallows hard around the lump in his throat. He thinks for a moment - allows himself to think - what it would be like, to hold a child, to keep it safe, to care for it...Maybe with Sam at his side. He'd be a good father, too. Better, even, than Edgeworth...]

I should - make that tea.

[But he hesitates before he goes - and then pushes Sam's hair back, and leans down, and kisses him gently on the forehead.]

[shifting]

Mmhmm. [he's going to nod off at any moment; emptying his stomach took a lot out of him. And he can feel safe here, with Edgeworth.

But he's not so sleepy that he doesn't feel the man's warm lips on his forehead, nor so sneaky that he can hide the warm, honest smile it brings to his lips.]