Thank you for finding me
And thank you for the care
As Loren spoke, painted more of the picture of his horrific upbringing, Sam knelt down before him in the snow so they were eye to eye, not caring about the instant cold on his legs. He waited for Loren to finish, brows furrowed and eyes concerned, until he said anything.
It struck him that the both of them, while Loren's abuse was arguably more extreme in a sense (though comparing these things was never a good path to go down), had had very similar childhoods and issues arising from them. He knew well what it felt like to be afraid to show your weakness, any flaw at all, for the fear of violence.
"I'm sorry." Was all he said, sure Loren had more to tell; besides, what more was there to say? Reaching forward he put a hand on Loren's arm, rubbed it up and down comfortingly.
It struck him that the both of them, while Loren's abuse was arguably more extreme in a sense (though comparing these things was never a good path to go down), had had very similar childhoods and issues arising from them. He knew well what it felt like to be afraid to show your weakness, any flaw at all, for the fear of violence.
"I'm sorry." Was all he said, sure Loren had more to tell; besides, what more was there to say? Reaching forward he put a hand on Loren's arm, rubbed it up and down comfortingly.
And fuck you for making me
Think that this life might be fair
SAMUEL
