Sam: -he quickly turns over again and yells something you dont understand, but then he hits his head on a rock- ow! . . ow . . that hurt- -he notices you're looking at him and his face turns red- im sorry ;w; forget i fell asleep, im sorry .
Damien: I-it's ok. Is your head alright?
He pulls you into his lap and checks your head for bumps or cuts
Sam: of course im- -his face turns even redder but he just stays quiet- . . -he's bleeding a bit but its not that bad, he'll just get a bad bruise-
Damien sighs
Damien:...you have to be more careful. What if you had seriously hurt yourself?
Sam: -he shrugs- . . anyways we should probably get home, its late . .
Damien: ...Yeah, ok...let's go...
Sam: -he stands up and starts walking torwards the apartment building-
Damien walks behind him
Damien: Hey, I-I think I saw a shortcut earlier...
Sam: really?
sorry i had to do a chore
(nah you're fine!)
Damien: Yeah, right down there-
He points at an alley you can't see the end of
