sam really tries not to tease you about your height; he’s supposed to be a gentleman, and it’s not your fault that he’s so tall. but he just finds it so completely endearing that you’re shorter than him, and sometimes he just can’t help it. maybe part of it is the crush that he absolutely harbors for you.

you’re rambling about some movie that you watched last night, wandering into the kitchen to grab a hot drink for the morning. he leans against the counter, eyes trailing your sweet form. they're so lovely, he thinks. i wonder what would happen if i told them that i love them.

you come to stand right next to him and open the cabinet by his head. instinctually, you put your hand on the corner to make sure it doesn’t hit him, and the subtly protective gesture from you makes his heart leap. you reach up to grab your favorite mug, only someone (sam) has put it on the top shelf.

it’s not as if you can’t reach the cup without a bit of a stretch. but sam is right there, willing and far more able. he doesn’t hesitate, turning a little and grabbing the cup with ease.

"here," he murmurs as he sets it down on the counter.