terminally vague

Samuel

Nate's comforting words were nice and Sam nodded at them, but he was after a different kind of comfort entirely, one that he knew the other man was more than able to provide.

The way Nate leaned in towards him as if he were unable to resist drew a smile from Sam. For a long time his body had been something hated and inconvenient to his life, but seeing the way Nate looked at him made him reconsider it in a way he had never thought to. Joy obvious in the laugh he gave as he easily let Nate carry him upstairs, he tried to remember the moment forever, for times when he felt less than enough.

Laying on the bed, propping himself up with his elbows, he smiled and acted coy, shaking his head. "I can't say I really know. You told me to get some so I did, but I could not even begin to imagine what it is you'd like to do." He glanced over to his wardrobe, still wearing the same innocent expression. "It's in there."

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

I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject