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Sam’s laying down on the floor as Max has been messing with the wallpaper for the past 5 minutes.
Nothing in their office has felt the same. In fact, it doesn’t even look the same.
Considering how it has a giant hole in the middle.
Max’s nose starts to wrinkle as he sniffs the air.
Sam hears as he lifts his head up to look at his husband, saying quietly as if to not disturb the “peace”, “What’s the matter, Max?”
Max holds up a finger as he sniffs more.
Rain.
In New York City?
Now that’s more rare than Max flirting with women.
“I smell… rain.” He responds.
“Come on, Max. Last time we ever saw rain was when we took down that maniac in Manhattan.” Sam lays his head down, “Ever since then there hasn’t been-“
“No, Sam, I’m serious. I’m smelling rain.” Max walks over to him, sitting down with his legs crossed. “You think my nose ever lies?”
The dogtective looks over at him.
Max has most certainly looked better.
“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, Max. It’s just… the weather feels like it’s ever changing. It’s either sunny or gloomy, no pick between the two.”
Max nods, “Yeah. Plus, when did we take down a crook in Manhattan?”
Sam feels his heart drop.
Oh.
Right.
“Uhm… s..sorry…” Sam stutters out, ending up looking away, “I forgot you aren’t…”
Max catches on quickly, “Him?”
Sam puts his lips into a thin line, nodding while squeezing his crossed hands together.
“Sam, that’s the 3rd time you’ve mentioned that this week. I get it. I really do. But just… quit it, will ya? I’m sorry I didn’t experience those memories with you, but don’t blame me for losing…” Max trails off as Sam starts to get up. “Where are you going?”
“Outside.”
“But it’s gonna rain!”
With no other word said, Sam leaves the office.
Max sighs heavily before leaning forward, placing his paws up against his face and sliding them down his face, groaning.
“Great… Always fucking up Sam’s mood. You’re always the fuckin’ problem, don’t you know that?” He says to himself quietly, “If you wouldn’t have said that, he wouldn’t have gone outside. In the damn rain.”
He ends up looking around the office. Everything was his, and present Max’s fault.
He knows that.
He doesn’t need to experience that to know.
With no other way to deal with his hurting heart, he stumbles to get up.
Ow. Fuckin’ knees. Really getting too old for this…
Max takes another sniff of the air.
Yeah, it’s definitely raining now.
‘Oh, Sam… please don’t end up getting a cold.’ Max thinks, heading out the door and going down the stairs.
After leaving the complex (and getting poured on with rain), he looks around the street.
Nowhere to be seen.
“Sam??? Where are you, Sam??” He calls out as his ears droop down.
With Max’s excellent hearing, he can hear sniffling nearby. That must be Sam.
But where exactly is he?
Max tries to run across the sidewalk over to Stinky’s Diner before hearing sniffling in the alley, quickly turning his head to see Sam sitting in a fetal position.
While Max had stopped to admire Sam and ‘how too big he was to be doing that’, he needs to get him and himself back inside.
Max quietly approaches Sam. And by quietly, it means making big ass splashes with his feet and Sam turning to see him walking towards him, but not saying a word again.
The lagomorph holds his thumb with his other hand, not speaking either as he sits down on the wet concrete floor.
Not to mention how he’s already shivering due to how cold it feels.
Sam sees this in his peripheral vision and decides to take off his jacket, putting it over his husband.
“Sam…” Max says.
“…What?” Sam finally responds.
“I’m sorry about… what I said. I didn’t mean to make you upset or mad.”
Max looks up at Sam, as the other looks back.
“I know I may not be the Max you grew up with or had such fond memories with… But I-“
Sam hugs him, “No more, Max. You’ve already said enough.”
And with that, no other words were exchanged once again but them hugging in the rain. As well as risking their immune system by being cold and wet.
After the hug, Sam wipes his nose with his sleeve.
Max laughs softly, “Come on, big guy. You’re gonna get even more of a cold.”
“Don’t think that’s possible.”
“Well, you’re gonna get somethin’ that’s for sure.”
“Same goes for you too…” Sam mutters quietly as he gets up from the alley ground, holding out his hand towards past Max and helps him up as well. Then they proceeded to walk back inside the crinkled office.
Because they had been outside for about 5-8 minutes, Sam sneezed. And loud too. It scared Max.
“Jeez, Sam!”
“Sorry, Max..” Sam wiped his nose again, “Cold’s already gettin’ to me.”
“Here then..” Max took off the jacket and walked over to the radiator, twisting the knob on.
Soon enough, it felt much warmer.
“Thanks, Max… Y’know, the-“
Max gave him a look with his ears flopping down again.
“Sorry. Scratch that… Just.. come here.” Sam sat in a criss-cross position and opened his arms out.
Max hesitantly walks over and sits in Sam’s lap, hugging him again.
When Max had inhaled, he pulled away, laughing, “Sam, you smell like a wet dog!”
Sam knitted his eyebrows, smiling because…
he is.
Sam flicked his forehead, “Shut up, peanut head. You don’t smell any better.”
Max laughed more.
As he was calming down from laughter, Sam got up with Max and went to sit on the window sill, looking out the window to see the aftermath of their city.
Another word for it would be “the aftereffect” of their city.
“Hey, Sam.” Max whispered.
Sam looked down and Max was undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.
Sam tensed up, but calmed down when he saw that Max was only trying to get even closer to his body.
“You scared me there for a moment, Max.” He smiled.
Max giggled in his throat, nuzzling Sam’s chest.
Smitten with love, Sam kissed Max between his ears. And a little after, he had fallen asleep.
Sam pets his head and shifts slightly to get comfortable, as he too fell asleep on the window sill.
The rain had calmed down, but it was still a gloomy evening.
But alas, it was a comfortable night for our two freelance police officers.