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The book of love is long and boring
I'd be happy to accompany you. Sam hadn't quite realised that was the tone the evening had taken, but given his wish to be desired, how lonely and quiet his house had recently felt...well, he wasn't going to argue. Quietly he looked down to Loren's hand between them, wondered if he could dare to take it during the progress of their walk into town; this particular line of thought involved him until Loren asked his question, at which point he glanced up.
"Oh-- mm. Well...I recently found out something about my family that was...unexpected, to be sure. My father died and...he left some letters." He said nothing more than that, not wanting to tell too many people about his and Amalia's new relationship until they had agreed to let it be public. "So...I suppose I just feel...like I'm constantly in the midst of chaos. I want to just have a time where I can be stopped, peaceful. Happy. Not...on the way to something, not in a 'period of change'..just...where I am." He sighed and looked over to see if Loren understood what he meant.
"Oh-- mm. Well...I recently found out something about my family that was...unexpected, to be sure. My father died and...he left some letters." He said nothing more than that, not wanting to tell too many people about his and Amalia's new relationship until they had agreed to let it be public. "So...I suppose I just feel...like I'm constantly in the midst of chaos. I want to just have a time where I can be stopped, peaceful. Happy. Not...on the way to something, not in a 'period of change'..just...where I am." He sighed and looked over to see if Loren understood what he meant.
No one can lift the damn thing
