So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
"Mhm." Sam answered, not thinking much of it, watching Milo carefully to see if he would drink his tea (and moreso, if he would like it: Sam had noticed that the Torchliners had different tastes than those in the Grounds and was conducting some experiments to learn more). He seemed to be sipping it willingly enough, though the wanting to add rum was an odd addition...Sam wondered if he ought to try it.
He was quite content to sit there while Milo dried off in silence or with pleasant small talk, drinking and looking over his work, then the man had to go and ask him one of the most embarrassing questions he could think of in recent memory. Spluttering on a sip of tea, he shook his head and stared wide eyed at Milo, wondering desperately if he had somehow implied that. "No! No. What makes you think that?! We're friends."
Oh Gods, there weren't rumours, were there? That would surely make everything between him and Zeph worse than it already was.
He was quite content to sit there while Milo dried off in silence or with pleasant small talk, drinking and looking over his work, then the man had to go and ask him one of the most embarrassing questions he could think of in recent memory. Spluttering on a sip of tea, he shook his head and stared wide eyed at Milo, wondering desperately if he had somehow implied that. "No! No. What makes you think that?! We're friends."
Oh Gods, there weren't rumours, were there? That would surely make everything between him and Zeph worse than it already was.
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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