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TLDR; post-TWD puppy nap at uncle Sammy's house
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Sam was Asher’s long-time closest friend. He picked him up at the airport after his snowy winter endeavour while his horses were being flown back. The strawberry blonde had already been warned that a very chatty puppy would be a passenger that evening, too. Sam didn’t mind, of course, provided it wouldn’t pee on his nice leather car seat.
Though Sam would try to ask well-meaning questions, his friend was falling asleep against the chilly window, until his puppy yapped and dragged him back to consciousness.

“..huh? Sorry, mate, I’m knackered.” The Australian yawned, and tried not to think about how heavy his eyebags looked, or how much his muscles ached. He’d have to go back to work soon, and for once, he was too tired to even look forward to it.

The blonde smiled and rubbed Ash’s arm. He might not have been too interested in horses, and he did think that the Australian was a reckless idiot for partaking in the trek when he had so many issues to deal with so unprepared. But as one of the few who knew Asher’s struggles, there was no doubt at all that he was proud of him.

“That’s alright. You can crash at mine since it’s closer.”

Asher wouldn’t refuse that offer, only humming his agreement before he drifted back to sleep. Sam watched his eyes flutter shut with a sigh through a strained smile. His home was indeed closer, but he knew it was also safer. He loved his friend like a brother, but that was also why he wouldn’t let him ruin a month-long sober streak home alone. Sam happened to be in the police force and did not permit anything much stronger than Calpol in his house. And Asher, despite any desperation he had over the years, always respected that.

Though Sam had more than one spare room, the lanky Australian opted to flop on his couch, as he always did. He had repeatedly insisted that it was the comfiest couch he’d ever laid upon, and after the stress, activity and emotions he had withstood over the last month or so, it felt so much better. Even the noisy little fluffball, Dumás, eventually tucked up silently upon his new owner’s chest.
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Sam, Ash and Dumás belong to me <3

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TLDR; post-TWD puppy nap at uncle Sammy's house
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Sam was Asher’s long-time closest friend. He picked him up at the airport after his snowy winter endeavour while his horses were being flown back. The strawberry blonde had already been warned that a very chatty puppy would be a passenger that evening, too. Sam didn’t mind, of course, provided it wouldn’t pee on his nice leather car seat.
Though Sam would try to ask well-meaning questions, his friend was falling asleep against the chilly window, until his puppy yapped and dragged him back to consciousness.

“..huh? Sorry, mate, I’m knackered.” The Australian yawned, and tried not to think about how heavy his eyebags looked, or how much his muscles ached. He’d have to go back to work soon, and for once, he was too tired to even look forward to it.

The blonde smiled and rubbed Ash’s arm. He might not have been too interested in horses, and he did think that the Australian was a reckless idiot for partaking in the trek when he had so many issues to deal with so unprepared. But as one of the few who knew Asher’s struggles, there was no doubt at all that he was proud of him.

“That’s alright. You can crash at mine since it’s closer.”

Asher wouldn’t refuse that offer, only humming his agreement before he drifted back to sleep. Sam watched his eyes flutter shut with a sigh through a strained smile. His home was indeed closer, but he knew it was also safer. He loved his friend like a brother, but that was also why he wouldn’t let him ruin a month-long sober streak home alone. Sam happened to be in the police force and did not permit anything much stronger than Calpol in his house. And Asher, despite any desperation he had over the years, always respected that.

Though Sam had more than one spare room, the lanky Australian opted to flop on his couch, as he always did. He had repeatedly insisted that it was the comfiest couch he’d ever laid upon, and after the stress, activity and emotions he had withstood over the last month or so, it felt so much better. Even the noisy little fluffball, Dumás, eventually tucked up silently upon his new owner’s chest.
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Sam, Ash and Dumás belong to me <3