1 | Almost Happy ▷ Sam Wilson | ✓

36 - ROMANTIC DRAMEDY

"YOU TWO ARE SO CUTE...IT MAKES ME SICK."

Nicky scoffed from where he was sitting on the couch, sprawled against Sam who was reading a book over his head, clearly uninterested in the conversation, or much else. He had swung by about an hour before, and after seeing that Nicky was actually out of his room—which usually only ever happened when he was working on patient files—silently motioned for the man to stand, before flopping onto the couch, letting Nicky lean against him while he read his book.

"Now you know how I feel whenever Steve's around," he mumbled, trying to read his scrawled notes and ignore Rhett who was, once again, taking pictures; he had taken a picture when Sam and Nicky had emerged from the room the day they had kissed, which had been quite some time ago, and still hadn't stopped.

"Nah, it's adorable," Rhett drawled, flopping onto another couch, "And I'm sending these all to Diana, payback for all those videos you took of me and Steve."

"Why does everyone keep talking about her?" Sam demanded, "It's like you didn't exist before she came into your lives, she's sixteen, I don't get the hype."

"You bought her a birthday present," Nicky pointed out, "And formally gave her permission to use the wings I made her, it sounds like you like her."

Sam rolled his eyes. "I also like Steve, but that doesn't mean he isn't a little shit—hey! Hey, I'm talking to you, man, get out of that room."

Nicky looked up from his work to see Steve peering out from Rhett's room, wearing a white tank top that showed off his arms. He looked more like a frightened puppy, his blue eyes pleading as he was forced to leave the room.

"What did you do?" Nicky demanded, looking over to Rhett, "Hey, Steve, you okay?"

The blond nodded, moving to the couch where Rhett was seated, lifting his legs before sitting down, letting them fall into his lap. He looked over at Nicky and Sam, a small smile playing on his lips as he tilted his head. Sam made shushing noises over towards him, but the man was the bane of Sam's existence, after all.

"I'm happy for you," he said, and it was so sweet and genuine that even Nicky was trying to hide his face, Sam groaning and complaining.

Steve laughed, leaning back in his seat. "It's true, I honestly am, you seem really happy."

There was an underlying understanding behind his words that let them know he was still aware they weren't always going to be happy, and they had to appreciate the sentiment with that.

Nicky shifted after a few moments of silence, trying to push himself up into a sitting position, but winding up jamming his elbow into Sam's side, the older man groaning and pushing him away, only for Nicky to jab his other elbow into his stomach, the two trying and failing to untangle their legs, Nicky yelping when Sam accidentally hit the back of his head, and Sam groaning when Nicky, once again, elbowed him, the two finally tumbling onto the floor in a pile, crawling away from each other, nursing their wounds.

"Please tell me you filmed that," Steve said, turning to look over at Rhett who had his phone out, grinning at him from behind the screen.

"Delete that shit," Sam called from the floor, raising his arm and pointing towards their general direction.

Nicky laughed along with the other two men, crawling over towards Sam and maneuvering into his lap, resting his head against his chest. That was something Sam hadn't been expecting from the younger man, though it made sense once he really thought about it; deprived of any affection from his parents, of course he would seek it out from other people who actually cared about him, and Sam had to admit that he didn't mind much.