She did sometimes wonder if those crazies that read Chuck's books would still want him if they could see him right now. Drunk and barely even able to stand, it was a testement to how he had changed her life that she still did. Even now, even with the non-sad non-clown, hooker comments. She couldn't really fault him, she had completely dressed like a hooker. That was the entire point after all, that was what he'd insinuated he wanted. And as he sad down on the bed with him Ruby wished that sex was on the agenda. Amid the clown rant he'd said some amazing things about wanting to marry her and what husbands did, and Sam mentioning that word at all made her happy in a way she wasn't sure she knew how to describe in any real way.
All she could do for now was lie down on the bed with him, helping him with his shoes before she did, she was sort of convinced his head would hit the pillow and he'd go to sleep. It was possible, but she'd decided to lay down with him anyway. Curl herself into him and just relax with him for a while. Occasional kisses, his hand wandering where it might, that was fine with her. Tonight he'd sleep content and safe with her. Like he should have for a long time before the blood tore them apart. Her free hand stroked at his hair, loving how it felt just to be there with him.
"We can do whatever you want Sam, but how about for a little while we just lie like this, we can talk, we can fool around, we can sleep. Whatever you want to do. That's what good husbands and wives have between them isn't it. That's where we'll get someday. And there'll be no clowns." she added with a smirk. She'd make him hot chocolate in a few minutes,. But for now, she was happier where she was.
"I like your feet anyway. They help with the tallness"