Samuel
ffilc a no denooram ,taob denrutpu na ni efil yM
doolf gib taerg a em thguorb uoY
Milo lifted him up and Sam didn't argue, quite happy to have somebody take control of the moment, especially someone as kind and handsome as Milo (in his illness-riddled mind, he daydreamed they might be long lost lovers, stumbling together into the horizon, despite the absence of any real romantic feelings on his part). He tried his best to walk with Milo and not use him as a crutch too much, but occasionally he would fall, energy suddenly falling from him like a stone in a pond, before it came rushing back up.
They came to a door that he indeed didn't recognise, but with the confusion he was dealing with, Sam wasn't sure he'd recognise the way to his own home for the moment. "This is nice." He said idly as they passed through, pointing at some random spot in the room as if critiquing the interior design.
Sitting on the edge of the bath, he squinted at Milo, trying to work out what he was being asked. Ultimately, deciding he trusted Milo even if he couldn't quite understand for the moment he nodded, holding out his hands towards him as if that might help.
They came to a door that he indeed didn't recognise, but with the confusion he was dealing with, Sam wasn't sure he'd recognise the way to his own home for the moment. "This is nice." He said idly as they passed through, pointing at some random spot in the room as if critiquing the interior design.
Sitting on the edge of the bath, he squinted at Milo, trying to work out what he was being asked. Ultimately, deciding he trusted Milo even if he couldn't quite understand for the moment he nodded, holding out his hands towards him as if that might help.
tfil a em evag uoy dnA
tfig a tahw ,erac oT
