Spark Inside

Sam felt his head pounding as he heaved himself on top of Jupiter. Cleaning Jupiter normally wasn't a labored task but today he had a distinct distracting tiredness that washed over him with every motion. It was ungodly uncomfortable but he was used to these things, his workout the day before had maybe been too much; his chest sure hurt in agreement.

But regardless, he had a job to do, and he would do his best despite needing a nap, maybe when he was done washing Jupiter he would take one. Yes the couch sounded so nice right now. Laying in the sun and resting his eyes while the sweet smell of Elvis cooking lunch wafted through the air.

Sam sped up his cleaning despite his exhaustion, being extra tired made the nap sound sweeter.

Finally with one extra rinse, Jupiter was done. Sam stretched but regretted it when his chest ached back at him. Now it was nap time, and nothing was going to stop him, well besides an emergency, but he had a good feeling today was going to just be a slow day.

Walking up the stairs, he heard a group of laughing and chatter, maybe that nap would be more of a rest of his eyes.

Sam walked into the room and looked at his family, having good conversations with their tea.
The couch was already filled with Steele and Penny, though the good chair was free, only because Arnold has been ripped into helping Elvis in the kitchen, Sam could hear something cooking but the smells hadn't made much of a pilgrimage to the rest of the Station.

It was good late morning, that would hopefully lead to a just as good afternoon.

"Sam, done cleaning Jupiter already?" Penny called, turning to face the man walking in.

"It normally takes a few hours for you fawn over her." Ellie added.

"He probably didn't want to make Elvis jellous." Arnold elbowed Elvis, who slipped with his knife slightly. Giving Arnold a friendly glare he shoved back.

"We have an open and poly-possitive relationship, Arnold, not that you'd know what that is." Elvis chimed.

"What, poly-possitive? That's just like lingo for not being exclusive." Arnold huffed.

"I knew you knew about not being exclusive, it seems you just avoided the scary big word you didn't know."

"Which ones that, Elvis?"

"Relationship."

The group, including Arnold, laughed.

"If you really want to know, me and Jupiter are fine with Elvis and I'm fine with Elvis and his gitaur." Sam called.

"Right that, Sammy." Elvis twittered. "But really Sam, that was fast for cleaning Jupiter."

"I'm just a bit tired, I was hoping to get some rest in case anything comes up." Sam finally reached the chair, which was even more comfortable than he remembered, or maybe he was more tired than he thought.

"You and Elvis busy last night then?" Ellie asked, leaning over to Sam.

"Unfortunately no, because someone-" Sam twisted in his chair to look at Elvis, who already was reacting back.

"It was your idea!" Elvis huffed back. "And it's been over a month Helen said you would be fine in a few days if you were really that worried."

"Useless bottom!"

"Idiot top!"

"Excuse me boys!" Steele interjected, coughing. Sam and Elvis both moaned out a sorry.