Housemates

Samuel

Sam should have heard Ronin's footsteps approaching, but he was so wrapped up in his guilt-sodden thoughts that he wasn't aware of anyone until Ronin spoke. His shoulders flinched and he took in a sharp breath, turning around too quickly as if expecting something horrible.

When he actually saw Ronin and heard him speak, he felt a mix of both relief and a new fear. "H-hello. Yes, I'm fine, um...I'm...sorry, for just intruding like this, I'm just here until the end of Longnight." If only that was all he had to apologise for - while his stay at the guild was awkward it was something he would have been able to get his conscious around. "And I'm..glad to see you're well, and I'm sorry..."

He couldn't say the rest of the sentence so he just smiled weakly and sipped at his tea, hoping Ronin understood. It would likely be awkward, but he didn't really know how to not be uncomfortable; it was Sam's default state.

And it's hard to write about being happy
'Cause the older I get

I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject