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The book of love is long and boring
"Mmm..." Sam looked across at Loren and for a moment was gripped by an urge to say something like I'll want you, something ridiculous he didn't even really feel, just for the romance novel moment, yet he resisted. If there was something he'd learnt, it was as Remi put it, that life 'wasn't like one of his stupid books'. Loren was grieving, he was a mess.
The touch of his hand certainly didn't help his mind from abstaining from that sort of direction, though. "...Thank you. For understanding." He whispered thankfully, glad not to find more judgement and condemnation at Loren's lips.
"Then...what does work? How do you make yourself feel better?" Sam asked, leaning up to look at Loren straight now, absolutely enraptured, hoping he would have an answer.
The touch of his hand certainly didn't help his mind from abstaining from that sort of direction, though. "...Thank you. For understanding." He whispered thankfully, glad not to find more judgement and condemnation at Loren's lips.
"Then...what does work? How do you make yourself feel better?" Sam asked, leaning up to look at Loren straight now, absolutely enraptured, hoping he would have an answer.
No one can lift the damn thing
