And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
Sam was beginning to spiral down into his own mind in a way that he knew wasn't going to end well, but it was hard to stop; fingers scratching too hard at his wrist he already wondered why he'd brought up this in the first place, when he'd known Zeph wasn't in the right place (and Gods, he was seeing ghosts. What kind of selfish asshole would talk over that with his romance woes?). Already he was swiftly becoming convinced Zeph had to hate him and that he was simply just not destined for love, for any kind of close friendship--
He'd almost forgotten the other man was there, by the time he spoke.
"Oh, we don't...we don't have to talk about it. I'm being selfish again." He shook his head, turned to look Zeph over. The man certainly didn't look good, and Sam took a breath to steady himself, thought he could try to help with actions rather than words. "You look a mess. Let me help you instead of ramble on about me, alright?" Standing, rubbing off fluid that still stained his hands on his pants (something he would normally not dream of doing, but he was not entirely in his mind at the moment), Sam went to the kitchen and drew a glass of water.
"You need to drink this. Otherwise you'll wake up in the morning with an evening worse headache than what you're going to have." Walking to be before Zeph, he handed out the glass, keeping his hand out afterwards for the booze.
He'd almost forgotten the other man was there, by the time he spoke.
"Oh, we don't...we don't have to talk about it. I'm being selfish again." He shook his head, turned to look Zeph over. The man certainly didn't look good, and Sam took a breath to steady himself, thought he could try to help with actions rather than words. "You look a mess. Let me help you instead of ramble on about me, alright?" Standing, rubbing off fluid that still stained his hands on his pants (something he would normally not dream of doing, but he was not entirely in his mind at the moment), Sam went to the kitchen and drew a glass of water.
"You need to drink this. Otherwise you'll wake up in the morning with an evening worse headache than what you're going to have." Walking to be before Zeph, he handed out the glass, keeping his hand out afterwards for the booze.
SAMUEL
