WHO: Samuel Willoughby and Maribeth Gallegos WHAT: After months of debating with himself, Samuel decides that now (on the brink of a war) is the best time to admit something to Maribeth. WHEN: Backdated to April 8, 2011 (right after this.) WHERE: Samuel's flat in London, England WARNINGS: Adorableness. These two can't be in the same room without adorable happening.
As soon as he’d finished his conversation with Maribeth over the forums, Samuel had quickly shut his laptop and made himself busy in the kitchen. Water was put in the kettle to boil and he poked around his abysmally empty looking refrigerator. He was unable to keep from sighing as he stared at the meager contents. It looked as though it'd just have to be tea and toast, then. True, Samuel far preferred coffee to tea, but it felt a little weird to have Maribeth over and not have tea. And in any case, he was feeling jittery enough at the moment without adding any caffeine to his system.
He was about to get himself into a war. There had been only a few moments thought before he'd agreed to fight with Camelot, but the thought of the actual fight had the man shaking a little. Tumnus had fought before, but Samuel never had. Not outside a few small school tussles before he'd gotten pulled out to be taught at home with tutors. And in comparison... Well actually they hardly deserved to be compared. Samuel was scared, and he'd freely admit it. That's why he wanted to talk with Maribeth that day. Being around her always helped to calm and center him a little, and he needed that desperately right now. He knew perfectly well why that was too- he'd fallen in love with Maribeth. He'd been in love with her for quite some time now, but so far he'd been far too afraid to tell her so. Better to keep her with him as her friend then send her running because he confessed and she suddenly wanted nothing to do with him.
Samuel had jumped when she knocked on the door, but had quickly calmed himself and opened the front door of his flat to let her in, ushering her to one of the ancient looking plush armchairs in the main room. After sparing a few moments to fetch the cups, teapot, and toast from the kitchen, he joined her in the other room. He was glad his fingers didn't shake as he poured the tea into the two cups and handed one to her, giving her a thin lipped smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
"So... How are you doing?" He held the mug in his hands and let the hot ceramic warm his fingers, but he didn't drink any of it. Instead he just stared intently at the woman in front of him while he gnawed on his lower lip out of anxiousness. His fingers and shoulders twitched a little. Samuel was so used to gesturing wildly while he spoke that he wasn't quite sure what to do while his hands were otherwise occupied. "I mean, since everything with Camelot and all."