the words

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — "It's not flattery if it's true." Sam almost stuck his tongue out, but managed to resist the temptation. In some ways, he and Nate had really not taken it slow at all. After all (and this seemed to be becoming a habit for him, as Jigano had pointed out) they had begun a romantic relationship because of the sexual effects of the Ascended bite and had rolled into bed immediately. Everything else had come after - they had not slept alone since but had hardly even discussed their feelings. It was not how he had imagined a relationship would be. He was quiet as he listened to Remi speak on his love for Ronin, watching the way his fingers fiddled with the ring. It was sweet and to know his friend was so happy made him smile (only the faintest edges of something jealous and hurt there now, enough he could ignore it), though he couldn't help but become a little worried by the end. "I'm...not sure I feel like that about Nate. With him it's more that...when I'm with him I know I'm safe and he won't hurt or judge me, no matter what. And that he wants me, and thinks I'm valuable...he just makes me feel like...like I've found a home." Now it was Sam's turn to be embarrassed and he laughed, covering over his eyes for a moment. "I don't know how to tell if that's love." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.