Sam was grateful, immensely so, that Eliot was cutting him a break in that respect. Even now, though, Sam knew that he'd have to betray everything Eliot did for him, said to him today, when tomorrow came around. He'd have to roll him over and take him again, like it was any other day.
But for now, he just sunk down, carefully folding, turning on the spot to present his ruined back to Eliot. It would heal--it wasn't as if Lucifer had gone out of his way to make the scars from this one stay.
He exhaled slowly, moving his hands up to place them on the edge of the bathtub, where he could hold onto the edge, dig his fingers hard against the stone if it hurt--which it would.
"You can...you can sleep with me on the bed tonight, if you want."
It wasn't like Lucifer ever joined them, it was always just Sam curled up at the foot of the bed. Archangels, after all, didn't take naps, and Sam's place was as much a gesture as anything else he did.
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But for now, he just sunk down, carefully folding, turning on the spot to present his ruined back to Eliot. It would heal--it wasn't as if Lucifer had gone out of his way to make the scars from this one stay.
He exhaled slowly, moving his hands up to place them on the edge of the bathtub, where he could hold onto the edge, dig his fingers hard against the stone if it hurt--which it would.
"You can...you can sleep with me on the bed tonight, if you want."
It wasn't like Lucifer ever joined them, it was always just Sam curled up at the foot of the bed. Archangels, after all, didn't take naps, and Sam's place was as much a gesture as anything else he did.