Re: Apartment: Sam/Russ/Louis
Russ looked acutely uncomfortable the moment Sam turned that smile on him and the discomfort drew his shoulders up to practically his ears when Louis gave him a look that was as world-fucking-weary as it was possible to be. He loathed, as most selfish people do, to be counted upon to come when called, and lack of sleep and the bitter coffee did nothing for knowing he'd done exactly that.
"It's nothing," he said, his voice rough, and a little more force than was strictly necessary in tone as he eyed Sam up and then looked (with somewhat better grace) at Louis. "It ain't like you asked for it, kid," and this was addressed entirely to Louis. There was roughly a decade between them but a paucity of adulthood on Russ's part made the moniker more apparent in its intention. It was a name without being a given name, Russ lacked a nickname for Louis so gave one that was common.
"You," Russ aimed this at Sam, "You're the one who's fucking trouble." But it came out fond and it came out warm, and he drank the coffee black with a wince that said he thought it was disgusting before he pushed off from the couch with both palms. "And I want to fucking sleep before I gotta get to work."