Samuel
Sam looked up as the door opened, smiling to see Nate enter; it had begun to feel like his home wasn't entirely complete until his partner had arrived. Mia stretched up from her place on one of the nearby chairs and hopped up onto the table, 'mrrrp'-ing at Nate as he walked in. Sam placed his good hand over one of Nate's on his shoulders and leaned his cheek in towards it. "Mmm. Hello."He let go to turn to the kettle next to him on the table, which was still warm enough that he could use the water inside to make Nate a drink. Pouring water into a cup he handed it over, the sweet spiced tea spreading a scent through the air that reminded Sam of bright red flowers on a Longheat day. "How was your day? Sit and talk with me for a while."
Putting down his pen in his inkwell and pulling a chair out a few inches for Nate, he waited to listen, genuinely interested in what it was Nate had to tell him about.
And it's hard to write about being happy
'Cause the older I get
'Cause the older I get
I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject
