Re: Motel: Sam & Liam
[It was hard to remember back that far, years and years it seemed, just a faded memory that had long since stopped being anything real to him.] Another world away, isn't it? That night. I don't think any of us thought we'd end up like this. [He gave a shrug of one shoulder before leaning back, fingers in the dirty carpet that he had given up on caring too much about.
He was letting his gaze drift over the worn comforter, the nicotine stained walls, when she asked about writing. A flick of his gaze, blue watching as she flopped back on the mattress.] I don't think I'm much of a writer anymore. I think that's gone. And he might pocket the extra, but I don't think he'd give me something that'd kill me. So. I deal.
[He let out a long sigh and pushed a hand through chocolate brown, fingers tangling on a knot.] Yeah. I mean. This isn't heaven. But it's here and it's mine and I don't have the energy to fight for more.