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He brought his hand to his nose, stopping any blood from falling. He sat back, feeling sick, before hurrying to his spot quietly.
He nodded, kissing her cheek. "Guess so."
He watched her face for a moment before looking back down and focusing on the wings.
"You're right. I don't have either. You'll have to do without it."
"It is."
He was silent, his tiredly watching as the action drained energy from him, wiping a trickle of blood that came from his nose as he worked.
"That.. Is also something you assumed I had."
Sam sat up and watched the sun. He looked to Eden, his hands shaking. He stood after a moment, silently approaching before kneeling beside her....
"I don't have any of that."
(Yoop!)
"But.. Why cocaine?"
Sam didn't move, and he was quiet.
"That is so mean."
Sam was quiet, not facing them.
"Are you assuming I have cocaine?"
Sam laid on the blanket, curling up silently.
"Then what about white powder?"
"Then stay here! Stay here, Eden. That's what I want. That's what I'm telling you. If you don't trust me than stay here or go home. I could give...
"I know that you're assuming!"
"Don't tell me what to do, Eden. It's not like you care anyways. You could even stay here tomorrow, but instead you're choosing to go into danger."
