[ There’s a soft hum over their connection - intentional this time, not the usual faint hum of the symbiote. An echo of him humming out loud, some soothing, absent tune that probably belongs to a song, although Sam couldn’t have said which one.
When Shiro shifts back into focus, just a little, Sam smiles at the way he presses his face into his neck. ]
(Of course I am.)
[ I’ll always catch you.
His fingers card through Shiro’s wet hair, gentle, as he settles his arm securely over Shiro’s stomach. ] (Go to sleep, love.)
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When Shiro shifts back into focus, just a little, Sam smiles at the way he presses his face into his neck. ]
( Of course I am. )
[ I’ll always catch you.
His fingers card through Shiro’s wet hair, gentle, as he settles his arm securely over Shiro’s stomach. ] ( Go to sleep, love. )