it was absolutely no secret that sam was really in love with you, he’d wait on hand and foot for you and that was just a common fact at this point. You could ask him for damn near anything and he’d give it to you, like you were goddamn royalty or something.

So, of course, in normal sam fashion, when you’d asked him if you could braid his hair he agreed fairly quickly — he saw no harm in it, especially if you wanted to do it. Your hands always felt nice on him anyway..

He’d let out a little content hum as your hands brushed through his hair, oh so gently twisting and turning his soft locks to form braids with your hands that he found so pretty.

His head resting against your thigh as he sat on the floor beside the bed, you sat on the bed behind him with your legs at his sides — he couldn’t help but touch, he could never help but touch you; his hand moving to trail along your calf, fingertips tracing along your skin so softly and gently..

“You’re beautiful y’know that..?” Sam tilted his head back a bit just to look up at you, despite that you’d told him to quit moving his head so much.. he did anyway.