Re: Apartment: Sam/Russ/Louis
The door slammed. Russ loped around the truck and he looked exactly as he always did, undisturbed by circumstance or the way Sam did things as if she didn't know her own mind when she did them. Sam hadn't insisted shit, Russ had decided that the manor wasn't the final fucking stop. It gave him the creeps and Sam had asked him to go get her brother, so he'd brought him back because Russ didn't trust Neil to know what to do with a confused kitten, let alone a man who'd shown every sign of having been battered somehow.
"She's your sister," Russ said, coming up behind Lou and putting a hand on his shoulder, briefly, heavy and warm. "You don't have to say thank you to siblings." His teeth were a flash of white in a long grin, "They gotta help you out. It's the law. My little fucking brother knows." He looked at Sam sideways when he said this, assessing and was horrified in a quiet, internal way at just how fucking thin she was. He had told Louis there was nothing different, just a handful of years tacked on all at once. But the Sam he'd known had been that thin when she'd picked up with needles, and Russ's eyes looked for bandages at wrists almost without thought.
"You got coffee, Goldilocks?" Russ asked it as casually as if late night meetings were usual, and he hitched his jeans up on his hips with both hands, loosing Louis to sway on his own feet if he wanted to. "If not I'll pick up and go." Sure as fuck, he'd leave them to it, but Louis looked so fucking uncomfortable maybe alone wasn't so good.