Another Kind of Holy

SAMUEL "Oh." Sam said quietly, suddenly realising who Caiside was and feeling the heat in his eyes keenly. This wasn't good. Caiside seemed like the kind of person who did not take kindly to slights, who would act on a perceived attack. "I'm...so-sorry, I just...it's been a long week...i-it feels like I set up my shop months ago." Still, it seemed like a weak explanation. Caiside's fix on his stairs had been useful and he was still using it, so to forget the man so easily was a definite insult. At least Caiside couldn't fight him right now, with a just-fixed shoulder. He watched as Caiside dramatically flopped back onto the bed with a...swoon? In that second he became much less threatening. Sam moved back to sit on the edge of the bed and sighed, chewed his lip as he watched. Caiside really was pretty, he thought, a kind of graceful he could never hope to be. "...I'm...r-really sorry. Um...how have you...b-been, since then? Until you...d-dislocated your shoulder, b...because obviously th-that was bad." I'm starting to heal and find some faith I'm starting to feel what's out of place Don't need you to save me, I can't wait To fall, to fail and start again