And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
For just a brief moment, Sam had pretty confident hope that he'd gotten away without having to have the awkward conversation, that he'd managed to run away for another day and would not have to face Zeph in this situation he'd made. However, as soon as Zeph opened his mouth, it became apparent that was not the case, and Sam didn't even bother trying to hide the disappointment on his face.
He let himself be pulled, but before he fully sat he thrust the glass out towards Zeph again. "Take this and drink it or I'm not saying anything." Sam insisted, and staying true to his word did not lean back in the chair until he had seen at least one swallow of the water.
When he was actually there and sat down though, he now had to try and talk. Immediately Sam began to drum his fingers on the arm of the chair, look anywhere in the room but Zeph; when he finally found the words, he sighed and scrunched his eyes shut for a moment before saying them. "I guess I'm hoping you might...find me...desirable. That you'd want me. And..." He glanced back at the face of the man who had so quickly come to mean so much to him, the vision painful with the knowledge he was never going to have what he voiced. "...I mean I just...I...this is so embarrassing. I suppose I just want someone to...care...and look after me...and you know, sometimes kissing and things like that could um...lead to that..."
Uncomfortable, Sam shifted around, a hand coming to tap against his knee. "You're a very nice man. It's just me, though. Any time I meet a man that's nice to me I fall i--..I get attached. Too soon."
He let himself be pulled, but before he fully sat he thrust the glass out towards Zeph again. "Take this and drink it or I'm not saying anything." Sam insisted, and staying true to his word did not lean back in the chair until he had seen at least one swallow of the water.
When he was actually there and sat down though, he now had to try and talk. Immediately Sam began to drum his fingers on the arm of the chair, look anywhere in the room but Zeph; when he finally found the words, he sighed and scrunched his eyes shut for a moment before saying them. "I guess I'm hoping you might...find me...desirable. That you'd want me. And..." He glanced back at the face of the man who had so quickly come to mean so much to him, the vision painful with the knowledge he was never going to have what he voiced. "...I mean I just...I...this is so embarrassing. I suppose I just want someone to...care...and look after me...and you know, sometimes kissing and things like that could um...lead to that..."
Uncomfortable, Sam shifted around, a hand coming to tap against his knee. "You're a very nice man. It's just me, though. Any time I meet a man that's nice to me I fall i--..I get attached. Too soon."
SAMUEL
