And Together We Will Be

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — The way Nate pulled him in closer made Sam smile wide, pressing his face into Nate's chest and closing his eyes, hoping he would be able to stay there forever now. The Voice's call of his name was the only thing that could turn his head. "...Oh." He had not expected the offer and for a while stared blankly, not knowing how to make the decision in such a quick time. No pain...? At one point, experiencing pain had been important to him, a part of lost sensation just as much as his touch and taste, but now that he had had so much of it...he looked down to his hand, the missing fingers. Even now, as Flowerbirth took away the Longnight snow, there were still twinges of pain in the ruined knuckles. Glancing to Nate then back to The Voice, he nodded. "I think you're right. As...as long as I still get to keep tasting and feeling. Please." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.