"My mom made it, she's a pretty good cook." Lincoln called, looking up at a
rather deathly pale Sam. Smiling up at her, he covered his eyes so that he
could look at her. She looked beautiful, as always, but really, really ill.
It was a good thing he rarely got sick, his temperature always ran too high
for most viruses to survive. "I thought I'd come keep you company, if
that's alright?"
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Date: 2015-04-01 07:42 pm (UTC)"My mom made it, she's a pretty good cook." Lincoln called, looking up at a rather deathly pale Sam. Smiling up at her, he covered his eyes so that he could look at her. She looked beautiful, as always, but really, really ill. It was a good thing he rarely got sick, his temperature always ran too high for most viruses to survive. "I thought I'd come keep you company, if that's alright?"