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When Loren seemed so surprised by his question Sam gave him a similar confused frown, unsure of what exactly was going on now himself. As the blush spread over the Launceleyns face he found himself even more confounded, wondering if he'd somehow misread the entire evening, if he was now going to be unable to speak to the Summoner again out of shame - then the way Loren was looking at him changed somehow.
A pleased smile on his face Sam nodded and headed up the rest of the stairs, looking back at the top to ask: "...Did you not mean for this to happen? I thought it was the plan." Given that they both seemed to be on the same page now, he didn't see any harm at laughing at the misunderstanding.
Opening the first door on the landing he took Loren into a small bathroom, surprisingly neat compared to the rest of the house. With a wooden floor but tiles on the walls, it seemed a little more modern than the outside, a pile of books stacked over the toilet and across the wall leaving only a path to the shower. Turning to face Loren, Sam smiled, suddenly finding himself a little shy. "Well, here we are."
A pleased smile on his face Sam nodded and headed up the rest of the stairs, looking back at the top to ask: "...Did you not mean for this to happen? I thought it was the plan." Given that they both seemed to be on the same page now, he didn't see any harm at laughing at the misunderstanding.
Opening the first door on the landing he took Loren into a small bathroom, surprisingly neat compared to the rest of the house. With a wooden floor but tiles on the walls, it seemed a little more modern than the outside, a pile of books stacked over the toilet and across the wall leaving only a path to the shower. Turning to face Loren, Sam smiled, suddenly finding himself a little shy. "Well, here we are."
No one can lift the damn thing
