You learn to stand alone at last
So brave, and bold, and strong, and stout
"Mm. I just hope he comes back one day so I can find out." Ultimately, he'd get over the hurt of being left, but the curiosity and not knowing would bother him forever. Did Amun regret it? Had he felt the same comfort too, the contentedness that their dates had brought, the sense that they'd finally found something stable?
He just hoped that the other man was alive to tell him someday. Sam supposed he could ask the Voice, but as much as he wanted that answer, actually hearing it was something different all together.
At least there was something to laugh about; Maeve continued to be very straight forward with her opinions on the Voice, but in a way that Sam understood and didn't mind; she was coming from a point of view borne from human desires and wants, not dogmatic preaching. "It was nice back when I could enjoy myself anywhere. It's a nice room, at least, I guess. There's cushions and things." He'd worried, the first time he'd gone, it'd be some nasty grotty dungeon filled with perverts.
She offered him something then that Sam didn't expect at all. He turned to look at her, a thoroughly surprised expression on his face; was she really suggesting that she would be with him, like that? "U-um. I don't..I don't know, I've never...I don't want to embarrass myself by being b-bad at it." Maeve had to have hundreds of experiences compared to Sam's several, and he often took more passive positions.
He just hoped that the other man was alive to tell him someday. Sam supposed he could ask the Voice, but as much as he wanted that answer, actually hearing it was something different all together.
At least there was something to laugh about; Maeve continued to be very straight forward with her opinions on the Voice, but in a way that Sam understood and didn't mind; she was coming from a point of view borne from human desires and wants, not dogmatic preaching. "It was nice back when I could enjoy myself anywhere. It's a nice room, at least, I guess. There's cushions and things." He'd worried, the first time he'd gone, it'd be some nasty grotty dungeon filled with perverts.
She offered him something then that Sam didn't expect at all. He turned to look at her, a thoroughly surprised expression on his face; was she really suggesting that she would be with him, like that? "U-um. I don't..I don't know, I've never...I don't want to embarrass myself by being b-bad at it." Maeve had to have hundreds of experiences compared to Sam's several, and he often took more passive positions.
You learn somehow to like the dark, even love the doubt
SAMUEL
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