"C'mon, honey, it isn't that bad."

Sam soothes you softly, a teasing smirk gracing his lips. You were at a nursing home for a case, and for some unknown reason you had a peculiar dislike for old people. Sam had no idea how you came up with that stuff sometimes, but damn if he didn't love you more for it.

"It's bad."

You respond, cringing away from a slow man creeping by you on a walker. Sam chuckles, rubbing your back.

"What're you gonna do when you're this old, huh? Have a heart attack every time you look in the mirror?"

You shake your head.

"We won't have mirrors in our house. And I'm gonna have to blind you so you don't have to see how decrepit I am either."

Sam bursts into laughter, the sound echoing through the full recreation room. It would've been mildly embarrassing if it weren't for the fact that most of these people wouldn't be able to hear an atom bomb being dropped a foot away.

"Gonna blind me, huh? What if I still think you're the most gorgeous girl in the whole world though? And I know for a fact I'm gonna love you even more fifty years from now."

Sam teases, giving the top of your head little kisses as you walk in front of him. He loved being taller than you.

"Well too bad. I'll be scared of you too. All old and gnarly and crusty. What if you have to wear diapers, Sammy?"

You whine, and Sam just grins like a fool at the sound of your voice, trailing behind you like a dog on a leash.

"What happened to in sickness and in health?"