Sam and max stories

Living plushie part 2: stitched back together

(this is the sequel to chapter 1) 

It was another morning in the apartment, and sunlight was shining through the window, landing on Sam's closed eyelids.

Sam woke up, feeling something on his chest. He slowly opens his eyes, seeing Max was still asleep on his chest. He smiles and giggles, moving an arm to rub his small back.

The plush rabbit starts to stir, his little eyes opening, then looking up to sam. "Hey, look who's finally awake." Sam says as he picks Max up, sitting up. Max smiles, yawning. "Mornin sam." he says, leaning on him. Sam kisses his head. "How did you sleep?" "pretty good, although I don't really need to sleep anymore..." max giggles.

Sam smiled gently, cuddling him. "I'm glad..." Max hugs back. "Sam? You okay?" Sam nods. "I... I'm still having a hard time believing you're... back..." he says, holding him closer. "Aww... Sammy..." Max says, nuzzling him. "I'm right here you big sap..."

Sam giggles softly. "I know... it's just..." he sighs a bit. "Everything that's happened recently.. it..." he hums a bit. "It's just been a lot..." Max nods. "I get it..." he nuzzles Sam again. "But don't worry... I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

He looks into Sam's eyes with his freakishly lifelike doll eyes. "I promise."

Sam gently smiles. "Thanks little buddy..."

The two look in each other's eyes for a while until Max pats Sam's chest with his little stuffed paws. "Now enough being a sad big guy, gimme a kiss!" Max says. Sam laughs, looking down at him. "Ask nicely." Max rolls his eyes. "Gimme a kiss please?" Sam smiles. "There ya go."

He lifts Max up to plant a kiss on his fabric mouth, and Max lets out a happy squeak and returns it as best he could.

After pulling back, Sam lies back down, max in his arms, like he should always be.

He sighs gently, looking at the ceiling.

"Hey sam?" Max says. "Hmm?" Sam replies. Max stays silent for a little bit.

"I, I love ya."

Sam blushes, smiling and stroking Max's little head. "Love you too, cottonhead."

Sure, things weren't exactly how they were before, but they were close enough.