Housemates

Samuel

Sam had been living in the Monster Hunter's guild for a little while, and he wasn't sure if he liked it or not. It wasn't where he wanted to be, after all - he had come to live there as the result of an assault and he was living in near-hiding. But Remi was as good a host as any, even in his despair, and he had Nate to cling onto at night, pretend they were closer than they were and use the fantasy for comfort.

When he first heard Ronin's voice from his room, he was sure he was making it up. He was almost convinced that the man was dead; had beaten himself up over it time and time again, even though Remi had told him Ronin's particular affliction was not his fault. The noises he heard afterwards though...well. He was sure Remi would not do such things with anyone else with Ronin in the woods.

After a wakeful and confused night, full of speculation, he walked out in the early morning from the room he shared with Nate to make a cup of tea. Sat waiting for water to boil over the fire, he hugged his knees (still wearing his pajamas, light cotton pants and a loose shirt, much mroe casual than his usual attire) and looked out to the early morning outside the window. If Ronin was alive, what did that mean for his guilt? Would the man be angry at him? Angry that he, one of the Ascended that had spread the disease that had nearly taken his life, was living in his home?

And it's hard to write about being happy
'Cause the older I get

I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject