I sat eating popcorn next to Rick. He looked so peaceful and calm as he watched TV. It made me angry to see him acting like he hadn't given me a heart attack.
I reminded myself that he was all better and that at the end of the day, that was good enough.
"Stop looking at me like that." He told me through a burp.
I smiled, looking back at the TV. "I'm sorry."
He burped, not responding but I said it again nonethless.
"What about?" He asked, disinterested.
"You getting shot? You almost getting killed? What do you mean what about?" I said, my voice going louder.
He rolled his eyes back to me, "someone tries to kill me everyday, you just made it easier to find out who it was this time."
I hummed, not too happy with myself enough but content with his intend of comforting me.
"Can I sleep in your room tonight?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper.
He didn't turn to me as he responded, just pressed me against himself a little more, "mmhm."
"Thanks." I said and watched TV with him, something I didn't actually enjoy to do as much as I enjoyed reading a book.
Really, I only watched TV with him because it was something he liked to do.
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sarah (rick sanchez x oc)
Fanfiche's a genius, he's tall, he's got blue hair, he's a raging alcoholic and is old enough be her grandfather but she could care less. ricks and sarahs were meant to be together but a shortage of sarahs has hit all dimensions. all sarahs being destined...
