So I pray to hands
And I pray to needs
Sam smiled and sipped at his tea, inwardly thinking that it seemed like Milo had little to complain about: good looks, an exciting job, living in the most beautiful place on Caido...with that kind of fortune, he had no idea where he would be right now. Though even with the luck he had had, he was still doing alright at the moment, he supposed.
He nodded along to Milo's little confession, having heard similar things from people before, and a slightly awkward silence fell between them as Sam drank his own tea and stared at the wall, thinking that if he were just a little less himself, he might break the silence with some kind of witty comment, like Zeph might do, or to be self indulgent, some kind of flirt.
Well, why didn't he? Sam supposed he may as well try.
"...You know...if you wanted to...stay warm here more often, I have a few ways to..help you with that." He said awkwardly, pausing to think of what to say far too many times for it to sound fluid, but trying to look confident after anyway, fixing Milo with a stiff smile.
He nodded along to Milo's little confession, having heard similar things from people before, and a slightly awkward silence fell between them as Sam drank his own tea and stared at the wall, thinking that if he were just a little less himself, he might break the silence with some kind of witty comment, like Zeph might do, or to be self indulgent, some kind of flirt.
Well, why didn't he? Sam supposed he may as well try.
"...You know...if you wanted to...stay warm here more often, I have a few ways to..help you with that." He said awkwardly, pausing to think of what to say far too many times for it to sound fluid, but trying to look confident after anyway, fixing Milo with a stiff smile.
And I pray to blades of grass
To find forgiveness in the weeds
SAMUEL
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