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The book of love is long and boring
"..Mmm...but..." I do not know who I am rang out in Sam's mind but he didn't say it, just shrugged meaninglessly and sighed, letting his words trail off into silence. Remi was probably right, he knew, but he didn't know how else to be except desperate for everyone's approval, regardless of consequence. Drinking in praise as if it were a personality, something he felt he lacked.
Ianto...Sam wasn't sure if that made the information more or less credible. On one hand, Remi probably knew about it quite well. On the other, he may be biased. But before he could say anything else, the other man was standing.
"Leaving so soon?" He asked, standing up to follow. "At least let me walk you to the door. I do appreciate your warning, Remi...I appreciate everything you do and say to me." Sam really did, and he hoped his geniuneness came through in his words.
Ianto...Sam wasn't sure if that made the information more or less credible. On one hand, Remi probably knew about it quite well. On the other, he may be biased. But before he could say anything else, the other man was standing.
"Leaving so soon?" He asked, standing up to follow. "At least let me walk you to the door. I do appreciate your warning, Remi...I appreciate everything you do and say to me." Sam really did, and he hoped his geniuneness came through in his words.
No one can lift the damn thing
