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The book of love is long and boring
At first, with the way Remi seemed so sad, so hesitant, looked at Mia instead of him...Sam wondered if the other man was about to reveal he was terminally ill or something like that. Something world-ending, tragic, awful.
So when he actually heard what the matter was, he felt relieved. And...surprised, at how alright he was with it inside himself. There was a tinge of sadness there, but they had agreed nothing was to happen and he'd managed to do something thinking lately, knew he was only clinging to Remi to find something from a diary of another man...it was a little sad but nothing more.
After a beat of silence he nodded, stroked Mia and looked off towards the stairs, a little faraway smile on his face. "Well. You didn't have to make a trip just for me, though I am touched. I'm...I'm happy for you, Remi. From what I know, you...deserve it. Um..." Sam didn't know how much was appropriate to ask. Had Remi just come to tell him as a courtesy, or did he actually want to speak?
Actually want to be friends now that romance seemed off the table?
"...Can I know who he is? Tell me a little...a little about him." He asked, his voice steady and clearly not torn up inside, just a little melancholy at the edges.
So when he actually heard what the matter was, he felt relieved. And...surprised, at how alright he was with it inside himself. There was a tinge of sadness there, but they had agreed nothing was to happen and he'd managed to do something thinking lately, knew he was only clinging to Remi to find something from a diary of another man...it was a little sad but nothing more.
After a beat of silence he nodded, stroked Mia and looked off towards the stairs, a little faraway smile on his face. "Well. You didn't have to make a trip just for me, though I am touched. I'm...I'm happy for you, Remi. From what I know, you...deserve it. Um..." Sam didn't know how much was appropriate to ask. Had Remi just come to tell him as a courtesy, or did he actually want to speak?
Actually want to be friends now that romance seemed off the table?
"...Can I know who he is? Tell me a little...a little about him." He asked, his voice steady and clearly not torn up inside, just a little melancholy at the edges.
No one can lift the damn thing
