wings - the one shots

fight

"Get your butt up we're going out," Marley says from the doorway to her and Sam's room. Slowly he turns his chair to face her from where he was previously facing his wings.

"What?" He asks raising an eyebrow in question.

"I made plans we're going out," Marley says tilting her head slightly. "You've been working on those for days I don't think there's much more you can do to them,"

"I told you I didn't want to go anywhere," he says turning back to his wings. "Or do anything for that matter,"

"Come on you've been couped up In this room for like the last week,"

"No I haven't because you keep making plans even though I tell you I don't want to do anything,"

"Ok well you're lucky I'm trying to cheer you up cause you've kind of been an asshole lately," she says causing Sam to turn around in his chair again.

"I've been an asshole?"

"Yeah," Marley replies like it's obvious. "I'm trying to help get you out of this funk and all I've been met with is grumpy Sam with an ungrateful attitude,"

"Well sorry if I'm coming off as ungrateful because I really am grateful that you can tell somethings wrong and that you want to help but you aren't listening to me, to my words and that is very frustrating," Sam says almost desperately trying to get his point across without raising his voice.

"What have I not been listening too?" She asks, this simple question making him snap.

"Me!“ he says raising his voice. "I have told you time and again this past week that I don't want to go anywhere or do anything and you won't listen,"

"Because I know you!" She replies raising her voice to match his and removing her weight from the door frame. "How many funks have I gotten you out of over the years? A lot! And how did I do that? By getting you out and doing things!"

"Ok well maybe this one's different! Maybe I'm different! Did you ever think of that? Did you ever think that maybe I've grown up? Or that I am so beyond exhausted mentally, physically, and emotionally? Or that maybe you're too much for me sometimes? That you're too pushy or that you have this need to force your solutions on me instead of letting me tell you what I need?" He bursts standing up only to sit back down frustration visible on his face.

"I didn't know you thought about me like that," Marley replies quietly leaning back against the door frame. Tears were starting to form in her eyes but she wouldn't let them fall.

"Marley, I didn't mean it like that," he says looking up and seeing the tears in her eyes.

"No, no I know what you ment," she says looking at the ground. "It's my fault for trying to fix the situation, like usual it's my fault,"

"You are such a gasslighter sometimes," Sam says with a scoff.

"Oh fuck you,"

"No, no you don't get out of this by throwing insults,"

"Well you started it," Marley replies with a roll of her eyes not looking at Sam.

"Well I'm sorry!" He says standing up and walking around the room. "Sorry that you signed up for this,"

"I didn't sign up to get yelled at for trying to help,"

"No you signed up for me and my emotions, that means you get sympathetic me, happy me, hyper me, so in love with you I can barely focus on myself me, but you also get brain dead me, and exhausted me, and frustrated me, you can't just pick and choose," he says before letting out a sigh. Marley opens her mouth to say something before Sam continues. "I just, can't keep doing this, I don't even have the energy to finish this conversation,"