There was something to the way Sam said his name. It made Barty straighten up a little and at least consider giving in to his request. He knew that Giacomo would stop if he asked him to, of course he would. Giacomo would probably do a lot of things Barty asked, which was why Barty rarely asked him to do anything.
"He wants you to bloody stop, Giacomo." Tragic as it was. "Sam's a bit tense today. I don't know why. Maybe he's lovesick."
"I'm not lovesick. If anything, I'm just sick and tired."
The violin stopped playing and Giacomo set it on Barty's bed, sitting down next to it and facing the desk where his homework was. Just like that. All nice and well behaved. Sam sighed. "Thank you, Giacomo. I really appreciate it." Sam smiled as best he could and then looked at Barty. "I'm tense because I have homework to do, I'm supposed to be studying and I haven't had a moments piece. And I can't find my bloody form for the trip on Friday." So he was annoyed about a lot of things. As usual. None of them love.
"You should try looking in the place you left it, tends to be key." Barty leaned back in the chair, crossing his legs in front of him and trying to consider Sam's rather messy side of the room. "Let me know if you need someone to cheat off. You could copy from Giacomo."
All right, sometimes he just wanted to see his eye twitch. It was hard to resist. "When did you last see the form? What day?"
"I can't, he never did his homework. You did it." Sam huffed out through gritted teeth, tense and annoyed as he often was. He exhaled in annoyance and then threw his hands out. "I put it on my desk and now it's not on my desk so I don't know." The desk was, of course, a sea of things. Papers. books. Wrappers. No shortage of things to look through.
Giacomo looked at his brother and then made the BSL symbol for 'messy'. He knew a little sign language but it was seldom used, mostly saved for medical emergencies and mocking Sam.
Who was looking at his desk in despair. "It was clean when I put it on but there's just too much work." He couldn't keep on top of it.
"Yeah, he really is," Barty agreed with his brother, but mostly he kept his focus on Sam, just to figure out if there wasn't a way he could help him. Sam tended to get overwhelmed by the sheer pressure he made for himself and it seemed to feed into the chaos around him and vice versa.
It was a little easier to Barty to consider it objectively. Especially since he did have a habit of watching Sam sometimes. Especially Sam when he was frantically looking for stuff, it was oddly hypnotic and hard to look away from. And undeniably the time when he made the biggest mess.
"Have you tried looking inside your schoolbag? In that compartment where you put the important documents."
"No, I said I put it on the desk. It was right here! Desk!" Sam complained as he gestured to his desk and then stood there, staring at his desk for a few moments before he started to move everything around on there, looking around in annoyance and not noticing his math homework disappear down the side of the desk in the chaos.
He turned around and huffed angrily, eyeing up the back. Then he did go over. "I'll check, fine, whatever. I'm just saying, I have memories of--" As he said that, he pulled the slip from his school bag compartment and stared at it. Fuck. Great. Just great. "Okay, well, point. Thanks, I guess."
In annoyance, Sam pin it to his corkboard (full of way too many pieces of paper) and then sat back at his desk. Wait. "... Where's my math sheet?" Jesus.
Out of the corner of his eye, Barty saw Giacomo smile and he had to grin himself. It was a little like watching a comedy of errors play out every day of his life. Honestly, the most entertaining roommate he had ever had. It was really how sincere he was about everything that made it both so amusing and also oddly endearing. "Try on the desk where you thought the other thing ought to have been."
Not the most helpful suggestion, but he had already been helpful today. Surely once was more than enough. "Have you considered changing up your... system."
Clearly. Sam spent the next 15 minutes looking for the math sheet, cursing out everyone and briefly implying Barty was up to no good while searching. Once he had it and he sat back down to finish his homework, he was happy enough to tune the brothers out and focus on finishing before the night was over.
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"He wants you to bloody stop, Giacomo." Tragic as it was. "Sam's a bit tense today. I don't know why. Maybe he's lovesick."
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The violin stopped playing and Giacomo set it on Barty's bed, sitting down next to it and facing the desk where his homework was. Just like that. All nice and well behaved. Sam sighed. "Thank you, Giacomo. I really appreciate it." Sam smiled as best he could and then looked at Barty. "I'm tense because I have homework to do, I'm supposed to be studying and I haven't had a moments piece. And I can't find my bloody form for the trip on Friday." So he was annoyed about a lot of things. As usual. None of them love.
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All right, sometimes he just wanted to see his eye twitch. It was hard to resist. "When did you last see the form? What day?"
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Giacomo looked at his brother and then made the BSL symbol for 'messy'. He knew a little sign language but it was seldom used, mostly saved for medical emergencies and mocking Sam.
Who was looking at his desk in despair. "It was clean when I put it on but there's just too much work." He couldn't keep on top of it.
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It was a little easier to Barty to consider it objectively. Especially since he did have a habit of watching Sam sometimes. Especially Sam when he was frantically looking for stuff, it was oddly hypnotic and hard to look away from. And undeniably the time when he made the biggest mess.
"Have you tried looking inside your schoolbag? In that compartment where you put the important documents."
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He turned around and huffed angrily, eyeing up the back. Then he did go over. "I'll check, fine, whatever. I'm just saying, I have memories of--" As he said that, he pulled the slip from his school bag compartment and stared at it. Fuck. Great. Just great. "Okay, well, point. Thanks, I guess."
In annoyance, Sam pin it to his corkboard (full of way too many pieces of paper) and then sat back at his desk. Wait. "... Where's my math sheet?" Jesus.
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Not the most helpful suggestion, but he had already been helpful today. Surely once was more than enough. "Have you considered changing up your... system."
The word system was exceedingly generous.
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Clearly. Sam spent the next 15 minutes looking for the math sheet, cursing out everyone and briefly implying Barty was up to no good while searching. Once he had it and he sat back down to finish his homework, he was happy enough to tune the brothers out and focus on finishing before the night was over.