The fire was crackling in the fireplace while Sam had you on his lap, piles of blankets surrounding the both of you as he finishes the story with a yawn.

"Go hence to have more talk of these sad things; some shall be pardoned, and some punished. For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

Sam closes the book, setting it on the coffee table with a sigh. A little smirk starts on his face when he sees how upset you look.

"Didn't like the ending, huh?"

Sam asks, adjusting you to curl his arm around the back of your neck.

"No."

You grumble, much to his amusement.

"What kind of idiots were they? I would never do something like that."

Sam laughs, tracing your cheek with his nose.

"Mmm, I know, honey. You're so smart."

He kisses the corner of your mouth before pulling back.

"But you're several millenia old, baby. They were teenagers."

"Oh."

Sam smiles, his hazel eyes full of mirth.

"You're so cute."