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The book of love is long and boring
"I...suppose you are right." Sam nodded, having always seen it that if there was something left to improve, he was incomplete. That until he was perfect he was visibly incorrect to everyone who glanced towards him, that his flaws glowed like signal beacons on his very skin and the only way forward was to patch them over with parts of other people and half-remembered lessons.
Remi insisted he was not all that Sam knew him to be, and he politely pretended to accept it. He was not ignorant to his own internal workings and he knew a large part of his acceptance was a belief that it made sense someone as wonderful as Remi would be with someone equally good and unbroken, unlike himself.
"..Thank you. You are...very sweet and kind. I'm sure Ianto is glad to have you. I must admit I'm...surprised, though. I always assumed if not me you'd be with Ronin, now that he has returned." He shrugged. "But these things are not always predictable. Please, tell me more. I...want to know, if you want to tell, because we are friends and I am interested."
"And..." Sam grinned, pretended to flex non-existant muscles. "If he does not treat you well, I must see to it."
Remi insisted he was not all that Sam knew him to be, and he politely pretended to accept it. He was not ignorant to his own internal workings and he knew a large part of his acceptance was a belief that it made sense someone as wonderful as Remi would be with someone equally good and unbroken, unlike himself.
"..Thank you. You are...very sweet and kind. I'm sure Ianto is glad to have you. I must admit I'm...surprised, though. I always assumed if not me you'd be with Ronin, now that he has returned." He shrugged. "But these things are not always predictable. Please, tell me more. I...want to know, if you want to tell, because we are friends and I am interested."
"And..." Sam grinned, pretended to flex non-existant muscles. "If he does not treat you well, I must see to it."
No one can lift the damn thing
