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The book of love is long and boring
Sam was tidying. Having Loren over recently had made him conscious of just how dusty a lot of his house was now and a lot of his towers of books bore cobwebs on their bottom-most parts. Also he'd realised how much of his house still had traces of Nate: two cup-rings on the table, his things stored in the back of Sam's wardrobe.
As a part of his clean, he had taken away the remnants of Nate's presence and gone to throw them away, give the things that were still useful to people in the market that could use them. When he came back, the room felt much more his.
Humming as he put things away and wiped down his surfaces, he was beginning to feel pretty good. Thinking after he cleaned he might get a bath, he was even dancing a little bit - the knock at the door caught him completely by surprise. Once he'd gotten over his shock he turned to open the door...and the second he did, his face fell. Nathaniel.
"What do you want?" Sam asked, all his usual pleasantries gone.
As a part of his clean, he had taken away the remnants of Nate's presence and gone to throw them away, give the things that were still useful to people in the market that could use them. When he came back, the room felt much more his.
Humming as he put things away and wiped down his surfaces, he was beginning to feel pretty good. Thinking after he cleaned he might get a bath, he was even dancing a little bit - the knock at the door caught him completely by surprise. Once he'd gotten over his shock he turned to open the door...and the second he did, his face fell. Nathaniel.
"What do you want?" Sam asked, all his usual pleasantries gone.
No one can lift the damn thing
