The evidence. (Poch touching Ange's neck and then smelling his hand 👀) (because yes that's what's happening here)
two old men scraping beards and clashing teeth and soft, old-men bellies pressing together (not my words, go read a fic while you're seeing this)
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Off on a holiday from school, Sam decided to take his friends to meet his family in Brindleton. Benjamin backed out at the last minute, after he got the opportunity to attend a local lecture of a renowned psychologist, leaving only Leah. Sam worried that his rather unorthodox friend would not take well to his family, or they to her.
But everyone seemed to get along splendidly. Katie thought the girl was a genius, and reminded her of herself when she was young, only with much more vigor. She asked Leah a million questions about her studies, marveling at the fact that a young woman could get so far ahead in the world these days.
And Grandma Mabel watched from the corner, unsure of what to say but interested nonetheless. She, along with all the other women she knew, had only ever known a simple life of domesticity, and seeing a young girl rattle off terms she had only heard lawyers and doctors speak of was quite a shock. But she admired Leah’s fire regardless.
Even Pockets took a liking to Leah, nuzzling up to her as soon as she stepped in the door.
Later, Sam and Leah went walking on Oak Cove Isle. He hadn't been to his old home in a long while, and wanted to show her the best place to see a sunset.
“It’s quite pretty here,” Leah said. “I almost prefer it to the city.”
“Think you could settle down here?”
She snorted. “I don’t think I could settle down anywhere.”
Sam laughed with her. He couldn’t imagine Leah, ever the vagabond, staying in one place for very long. Her restlessness was fascinating to him for some reason. She was something you could never catch.
“That’s too bad, because I think once you leave, I’ll have everyone in my ear telling me to marry you. We all adore you, Leah.”
She laughed again, though it seemed strained. “Sorry to disappoint.”
Sam spoke in a teasing tone, trying to keep the mood light. “What, you couldn’t imagine marrying me? Truly, I’m hurt.”
She gave him a tense smile.
He didn’t want to push her to the point of being uncomfortable, so he stopped his teasing. But there was still something he had to know.
“Who do you think you’ll marry anyway? You never talk about it like the other girls do.”
Leah groaned. “Oh, Sam, you know I don’t think about those things.”
He furrowed his brow. “I thought all girls thought about those things?”
“Well, you clearly don’t know enough girls.”
“I know plenty girls, but you’re the only one like you.” Sam gave his friend a smile.
Leah suddenly looked sad.
“Sam, I don’t want to keep a secret from you. You’re my closest friend, really.”
He laughed. “I’m sure Eleanor would be sorry to hear that.”
“That’s the thing. Eleanor isn’t just my friend.”
“What?” That was ridiculous. He had never seen any two girls attached at the hip like they were. “I’ve never seen you so close with anyone else. You and Elenor spend practically every waking moment together.”
Leah stared at him silently, waiting for him to make a connection. Sam didn’t really understand what she was waiting for.
Until it all suddenly made sense. Everything clicked in his head.
“Oh.”
“...Yeah.”
He took a few steps forward, staring at the lighthouse in the distance. Leah kept her distance, unsure of what to say. They both kept quiet for a while.
“You’re not mad...are you?”
Sam had never heard her sound unsure before. “No...I’m just-I’m not sure what I’m feeling, really.”
“Oh, alright.”
“But I know I’m not mad, Leah. Never at you.”
She was quiet for another moment. “Well that’s a good start, isn’t it?”
“I suppose it is.”
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