And if you give a damn

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Who| Jolie and Samuel
What| Ironing a few things out
Where| Jolie's place
When| April 16th
Warnings/Notes| Will add if necessary

Sleepy declarations of affection are all well and good, but in the harsh light of day they seem a whole lot less solid. Trey had been on the brink of unconsciousness when Sam declared himself ready to put an end to the tension between them, so now the Mentor isn't really sure what conclusion they arrived on, if they had indeed arrived at all. Personally, he is pretty sure they're still en route.

Which is why he's knocking on Jolie's door, looking his usual scruffy self because if she can't take him for what he is there isn't much point to this in the first place.

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Trey would be lying if he said those declarations were a fuzzy memory now. He doesn't remember a lot about that night, but he remembers most of that. It's vivid and present in his mind, constantly reminding him how embarrassingly he'd been acting. It's pretty hard to face Sam, but he isn't actively isolating himself or anything. Not much, anyway. He has taken something of a step back since that network post, trying to create more of a gap between himself and his Tributes. It sucks, but it probably isn't the worst thing that could have happened. He'll miss being a slut, but there are bigger fish to fry.

Even though he's spending most of his day in his apartment, he's still dressed fairly well despite being barefoot. It's pretty hard to find a time when Trey is ever scruffy, but he still looks affronted when there's a knock on his door. He isn't expecting company, so he pads over curiously and opens the door to more confusion.

"Are you lost?" His lips pull into a smirk, because he's definitely, maybe sure that Sam isn't lost.

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"Possibly."

Said with a smirk of his own even though he feels a tight knot of nervousness settle in his stomach. He's usually pretty zen about most things these days but this? This has most definitely gotten under his skin in a big way.

"Are you going to let me in?"

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"Guess that isn't new for you, huh?" Trey uses his most dry tone and expression despite the fact that his mind is asking a million questions about his mere presence.

"I dunno, am I?" He gives him a bland look, but eventually he steps aside and opens the door wider for him to step into his apartment. "Guess I am." He mutters to himself, waiting for Sam to step in before closing the door behind him.

"What?" Straight to the point, this one.

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Sam doesn't mind straight to the point, it's how he tends to do things himself.

"Figured we ought to have a talk without you being half delusional from sleep deprivation."

It would be pretty nice to know how much of what Trey had said was actually real.

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The moment Sam says talk, Trey's heart already skips a beat. He feels the need to chide himself for working himself up into excitement so fast, but he can't help being an expressive person and it all shows on his face.

"Look at you! Having ideas, taking initiative! That's cute." He reaches out, poking the end of Samuel's nose just to add to his condescension. He curses and blesses the inches between them, because it makes it harder not to just reach up and steal a kiss without bothering with the talk.

Instead, he opts to take Samuel's hand with a small, almost sheepish smile. "I'm all yours."

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Now who's being cute?

Sam can't help it, when Trey takes his hand he starts grinning like a complete idiot and he's not even sorry about it. The man can just be so damn adorable sometimes when he wants to be.

"Yeah, that was... kind of what I was gonna ask you. Are you?"

[reallynow]

It's still Sam. It's definitely Sam. Only he's being cute and weirdly disconcerting at the same time. It's almost dizzying to Trey, the way he manages to freak him out and calm him down at the same time.

He draws in a breath when Samuel poses the question, perhaps a little too sharply. He cocks his head, like he's not sure if he quite heard it, furrowing his brows up at him.

"Are you serious right now?" Ah yes, the answer everyone wants to hear. "You mean.. like?" He can feel himself getting distracted from the point here, but he can't help fluffing up a little before he relents with a sigh. "Yes." He says finally, voice soft.