You learn to stand alone at last
So brave, and bold, and strong, and stout
It was probably inappropriate, or at the very least strange, to hold someones hand when you'd barely just met them, but somehow under the quiet and heavy night sky it felt like the right thing. Sam let Maeve take his fingers and closed his around hers, eyes flicking between the stars and listening to her idea of what might had happened.
"...I would really like to believe that was the case, but...I don't know if I'll ever know, and in a way, that bothers me more than if he had just left because he didn't like me." He sighed, then feeling bad for not appreciating her kind version of events, continued with a glance over to her: "But maybe I should think better of people. Maybe you are right. He was nice, like that."
The laugh that surprised him by coming out of his mouth as she called the Voice a fickle bitch was a little too loud and Sam rubbed a hand against his lips, trying to take the giddy smile away (a little scandalised, a little thrilled). "She always says it's not necessary, or something along those lines." He'd tried to think of ways to convince her otherwise before, and they hadn't come to much.
It felt a little odd to say this while holding her hand, but Sam found he wanted to admit this out loud for the first time here, in the oddly intimate space they'd made: "Recently I've been thinking I might not mind being with women either, if the chance came up. Though um...either way, I think I'd still be too shy to come to the Halenani."
"...I would really like to believe that was the case, but...I don't know if I'll ever know, and in a way, that bothers me more than if he had just left because he didn't like me." He sighed, then feeling bad for not appreciating her kind version of events, continued with a glance over to her: "But maybe I should think better of people. Maybe you are right. He was nice, like that."
The laugh that surprised him by coming out of his mouth as she called the Voice a fickle bitch was a little too loud and Sam rubbed a hand against his lips, trying to take the giddy smile away (a little scandalised, a little thrilled). "She always says it's not necessary, or something along those lines." He'd tried to think of ways to convince her otherwise before, and they hadn't come to much.
It felt a little odd to say this while holding her hand, but Sam found he wanted to admit this out loud for the first time here, in the oddly intimate space they'd made: "Recently I've been thinking I might not mind being with women either, if the chance came up. Though um...either way, I think I'd still be too shy to come to the Halenani."
You learn somehow to like the dark, even love the doubt
SAMUEL
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