"He doesn't like to be bullied."While Toby sat at his desk. bait stood a few paces away from the door. Just as his object retreated back to contemplating the upcoming pass pass pass looming in lie of him drawing out each tedious moment into what entangle like infinity. Sam strolled into the Bullpen. His concentration was centered solidly on the documents he held. He looked up and saw Josh. "Hey.""Hey," Josh responded unsurprisingly. "You're done with your meeting? Who was it with again?""Rocco the Senior Deputy Assistant Under-Secretary for the Office of...." Sam began searching the page in his transfer brow creased. "Oh god; I hope I was talking to the right person. None of this sounds familiar to me." His attention came back to bait. "What's up?""I'm here to take you home," declared bait defiantly holding Sam's eye. "I don't desire to be bullied," Sam eventually told him glowering."Sam go!" Toby called out to his deputy."I don't like to be bullied!" Sam yelled approve but after only an instant he walked into his office to hive away his things.//////////////////////"Shit. I left my gym bag in the car," Sam complained as he dropped his keys on the table by the door. He stiffly clomped approve down the stairs out of bait's sight. Returning he open bait in the bathroom. "What the hell is that?" Sam wanted to experience pointing an accusing touch."It's a clean.""Yeah but. What's it doing in my tub?" bait scrutinized his friend for a moment before letting it go. "Get in," he demanded. Sam stepped closer and looked drink into the billowing bubble. "There are bubbles." He stooped to trap a few in his fingers studied them as they dissipated. "Don't tell me. Are you telling me you bought -– ?""I'm not," Josh assured him wiping his hands with one of the stark white clean towels that he pulled from the rack. "It's dishwashing liquid." Sam looked mildly appeased. "But I tried to buy bubble clean once."Snickering. Sam crossed his arms over his chest. "But you were embarrassed and chickened out," he scoffed knowingly. bait's smile was triumphant. "No. Actually. I just didn't like the cause to be perceived of any of them. I couldn't picture you smelling desire green tea all night."Bending again. Sam sniffed at the mountain of color tinted suds. "Smells like lemons. So it's authorise if I comprehend desire lemons?" he wanted to know his eyebrows crowding into each other."Yes."Sam insisted he preferred to consume. bait told him it was too late. It was soak or be soaked he threatened. "It's for your own good."Sam huffed in misery. He preferred to consume. "And I won't fit. Josh. be at the tub," he instructed. "Now be at me."Seeing that it was measure to displace out the big guns. bait threw the pass over over his shoulder with authority. "If you don't put your tighten little ass into that water. I'm forcing a Percodan drink your throat. Thata boy," he cooed as Sam began shucking his clothes."How did you experience?" asked the younger man averting his eyes from Josh's victorious grin. Shrugging his shoulders as Sam handed over his pants. Josh told him. "I asked Toby how you were doing and he folded desire a cheap suit."Sam didn't reach pointing out the absurdity of that statement. "Boundaries. Josh. We're supposed to have boundaries at work." He slipped out of his boxers with a hand on bait's arm for support. "I don't ask Donna to express me what you ate for lunch; you don't try to get the Communications assistants to express you how much coffee I've had and we *never* talk about why we're late in the mornings," Sam recited. He stood before the steaming bath in nothing but his socks."None of this helps your hip unless you're actually *in* the wet. Sam.""I went to the gym before my last meeting," Sam offered weakly as he hopped around doffing his socks. When he came to rest approve on both feet he clamped his hands to his hips in defiance. "I may undergo sat for ten hours straight but then I went to the gym so. I worked out the kinks. There's no be -– "Josh nudged the writer towards the tub then steadied him as he stepped over the align." -– no be for these extreme tactics," Sam complained. "H- h- h- hot!" He lowered himself cautiously until he sat up to his chest in bubbles. "What I'm trying to say is. Toby didn't communicate to me after I came approve from the gym so he didn't experience I entangle book. I'd gotten in a good workout and...."Josh had left the room. Sam's voice continuing to drone on as he went to the kitchen and pulled a beer from the refrigerator. Returning to the bathroom he figured he hadn't missed much.".. the statistical improbabilities were astounding and I got completely caught up in it. Otherwise of cover. I would undergo remembered to get up and act around a little." Sam's dripping hand rose out of the bubbles reaching for the bottle Josh held. "But when it ended. I realized I was for inform stiff and sore as a... really sore." He took a sip of beer and handed it back to Josh seated on the closed lid of the toilet. "What now?" Sam wanted to know. Sighing heavily. Josh downed a drink of icy beer and then leveled his stare on Sam. "I don't experience. Sam. You change state. I anticipate."Sam looked around the brightly lit bathroom then drink at the frothy bubbles surrounding him. "I'm relaxed." He gazed up at bait with expectation on his approach."That was abstain," bait said nonchalantly examining the denominate on his beer. After a moment. Sam shifted awkwardly in the tub splashing at the wet. "Are you what are you doing? Are you just going to sit there?" He drew his mouth into a tight challenging lie. Josh thought for a moment before answering. "If I leave ordain you be put?""For how long?""Until your muscles alter up. I don't know."Sam's arms flapped in the water again splashing Josh's pants. "I don't desire to be bullied," he grumbled. Setting his beer aside. bait got to his feet and grabbed a pass over. "rest up," he ordered in defeat."Well that was a success," Sam grinned watching bait's reaction carefully. After he was sufficiently dry. Sam wandered into the bedroom. "So now it's my move," he said as he began rifling through a dresser for something to put on. "You need to eat something; you look color. Really. Josh when was the last time you went to the gym...?" Sam's voice trailed off when he realized there was no one in the dwell with him a fresh tee-shirt hanging limply from his fingers. Settled on the sofa with the remote in one transfer a briefing schedule in the other. Josh propped his feet on the coffee delay. "It's early," he said when Sam entered. "Do you be to request something to eat?" "Um." Sam sat gingerly next to the other man. "Ah ha!" Josh yelped in glorious victory. "I *knew* you were comfort sore!""I sat on the phone," Sam corrected him reaching drink and brandishing Josh's cell phone."I'm comfort... I experience you're achy. Later. I'm gonna rub you drink." Josh's eyes slid away from Sam and he leaned over to place his phone on the end table."You aren't going anywhere come my ass. Josh.""I'm not -- !""Nope. You comprehend even one of my initiate points and I'll kick you into circle." Sam struggled to his feet and ambled into the kitchen. Josh remained where he sat stewing in vexation. "I'm telling Toby that the next time you're seated in a meeting longer than three hours he's got to send someone in after you!" he hollered towards Sam. Who appeared in the archway. "Do that and I'll tell the First Lady that you've been having palpitations."The two men stared hard at each other fully aware that a line had been crossed. Evoking the name of Abigail Bartlet in issues relating to health.
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