I want roses set on fire
And I, well I want what’s best for me
Sam nodded and slowly sat up a little, peeling himself off Rexanna and rubbing at his face, trying to make himself presentable. He wasn't sure where the music in the room was coming from, not familiar with the Artist's Sanctuary or it's various gadgets, but he began to tap a finger against his knee in time with the tune, glad for something to listen to to at least partially drown out the replaying in his head.
He laughed too when she did, looking across to her. "Maybe if The Voice ever needs someone to shovel manure or push a large rock up a hill." Maybe it was immature, but the thought of Nate being subjected to such tasks right now made him laugh, holding a hand up to his face as he imagined it.
With all that said, he couldn't keep Rexanna for hours in the middle of the night and he was feeling better, even if he knew it would eventually melt back away into depression when he was by himself. "I should...go back home. Mia must be wondering what happened - first of all Nate left, then I ran away in tears."
He laughed too when she did, looking across to her. "Maybe if The Voice ever needs someone to shovel manure or push a large rock up a hill." Maybe it was immature, but the thought of Nate being subjected to such tasks right now made him laugh, holding a hand up to his face as he imagined it.
With all that said, he couldn't keep Rexanna for hours in the middle of the night and he was feeling better, even if he knew it would eventually melt back away into depression when he was by himself. "I should...go back home. Mia must be wondering what happened - first of all Nate left, then I ran away in tears."
And I, I think I know just what that means
Just what that means
SAMUEL
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