So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
Happy to see Milo drinking his tea, Sam went back to looking out of the window, where a small patter of rain was hitting against the glass, most of it blocked by the sill above. Still recovering from the embarrassment of Milo's question he drank his own tea desperately, as if hoping it's consumption might somehow move them onto another topic.
"Is that what you've been doing during Monsoon season?" He asked before he could think, finding the statement quite absurd. Longnight had been a time where they had all been stuck inside, and as far as he knew it hadn't been a salacious time of lust. "...I'm staying at his house because we're friends and I needed somewhere to stay. We...don't have anything like that, he wouldn't be interested in someone like me."
Not having meant for his words to come out so sad and revealing, he looked down to his desk, wondering how he had picked up the ability to make any conversation he was in awkward and uncomfortable. Sam supposed he may as well try to rescue it: "What is Longheat like here?"
"Is that what you've been doing during Monsoon season?" He asked before he could think, finding the statement quite absurd. Longnight had been a time where they had all been stuck inside, and as far as he knew it hadn't been a salacious time of lust. "...I'm staying at his house because we're friends and I needed somewhere to stay. We...don't have anything like that, he wouldn't be interested in someone like me."
Not having meant for his words to come out so sad and revealing, he looked down to his desk, wondering how he had picked up the ability to make any conversation he was in awkward and uncomfortable. Sam supposed he may as well try to rescue it: "What is Longheat like here?"
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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