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Despite the problems Sam had been having with his ghosts disrupting people (or person) lately, he wasn't in too bad a mood today. That might have been because he'd gone out skateboarding for a long, long time and was just now sitting down to take a breather. He was hot and sweaty but it had felt good to channel some of his discontent and guilt into exercise. He swiped his sweaty hair out of his eyes and stretched his legs out, using his skateboard as a foot stool for the moment.

He was spending as much time away from the tents as he could and therefore, spending as much time not sleeping as possible. It might be unhealthy but there was no way he was gonna risk scaring people he didn't know with random ghost visits. It was hard enough that he was bothering Natalie with it.

So, he wasn't sleeping and he was barely around the campsite which meant he was either off skateboarding, walking, or just...doing something that kept him away and didn't put his tentmates at risk.

It was stupid, he knew, because most people here were used to weird things but Sam was stupid at the best of times.

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Natalie put her hands flat against his chest and pushed a little more firmly.

"Well, since we're talking about the room, I was thinking of the time after we're not in the tents anymore."

Sam held strong, trying to maintain his hold on her even if he knew she was stronger. "Yeah, but why would you do that? It affects you too."

"Not as much." She could be stoic when she wanted to, see. She could also put a little more strength into pushing him, though not nearly all she had.

As that might have broken something. "And isn't that what girls do?"

He lost his grip with one hand but still had her with one, at least. "I don't know what girls do since, as you can see, I'm not a girl. But, I wouldn't think you'd want to be like all other girls."

"As if I'm the first girl you dated without meeting her in a cage," Natalie scoffed, trying to shake his hand off. "You don't need to be a girl to know what they can do."

"Hey, I've dated other girls besides you and Brid," Sam defended, letting her go and making a face. "I have."

Natalie raised an eyebrow at him. "How are you getting defensive when you're just confirming what I just said?"

"Because...I miss understood you," Sam said sheepishly. "And thought you said I hadn't."

Natalie let out one of those little surprise laughs. "Well. Point is, you'd think some of those conquests of yours would have taught you how girls can work."

"Not really," Sam admitted with a shrug. "I've had other girlfriends but I've never been...great at relationships. They usually didn't last or we just decided to be friends or something."

"Those girls were weird."

Or maybe she was. Who even knew?

"Or maybe I was the problem," Sam pointed out, smirking. "I think that was probably the weird part of the relationship."

Natalie shrugged. She doubted it was that simple either way. "Well, their loss."

"And your gain?" Sam asked, half smiling.

"And my gain," Natalie agreed, reaching out to tap a few fingertips against his chest, just idly. "Yeah."

"Mine too," he said since he got to be with her now. He tried to step closer to her again so he could get his arms around her again.

Natalie let him. So, maybe sleeping alone had left her starved for closness. What of it? "Accept no poor subtitutes," she murmured.

"There's just you," he said and kissed her forehead lightly. "Only you for me."

"Mm." She closed her eyes and breathed him in. Even if he was all sweaty and gross. "Likewise."

"Want me to walk you back to the campsite?" Sam asked. "Or wanna make a pit stop to our room for a bit?"

"... I needed to pick up some clothes from the dorms anyway."

Or she might have had something else in mind. He might not find out which it was before they got there, though.

"Yeah?" He smiled at her and reached down to take her hand. "Let's go, then. I'm sure I left something in the room that I need to. A stop's definitely needed."

"Definitely," Natalie replied, as she twined her fingers with his. "Couldn't agree more, Mr. LaCroix. Lead the way."

Sam smiled over at her and picked up his skateboard with his free hand. That done, he tugged her along towards the dorms for their, hopefully, very eventful stop at the dorms.

Mmm, quiet dorms. He couldn't wait.

the boardwalk ; monday afternoon

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