Don’t let that masculinized facade crack, Dean.
That’s Bunny’s closest family, right…. noo… oops.
Interesting book that’s actually a latch.
Oh, hey, look. A shelf… nope, it’s a door.
The family togetherness is all a facade.
The picture of riches that’s all a pretense.
Fake jewelry
Fake silver
Even the hormones are fake
Uh, that’s no way to hold your hand if you don’t want Sam to see it. Oh, you’re playing a game alright, it’s just not a card game.
A lustful embrace? Or maybe not.
Is Sam giving himself up as prey? Or was he willing to play bait?
A well worn ghost in the armor trope? Or the abyss staring back?
Hearseeno 