It was fucked up and that was putting it mildly. But here they were, trying to have a semi-normal conversation after incredibly good, if coerced, sex. Talk about doing things backwards.

Sam wanted to be there, and while there was some lingering tension, it was worth it to just talk to him. Listen to that quiet, easy laughter. Reaching over he tapped his bottle against Sam's. "You're on. And when this whole clusterfuck is over with? I'll take you someplace, a bookworm's paradise."