And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
"Mmm..." Sam looked Zeph up and down at his question, the traces of a fond smile on his face as he considered the man. Honestly, no, especially at the moment, Zeph did not look like he had anything together; though the sad truth of it was that he probably had more together than Sam did. "..Well, you're at least well liked. People talk about you to me a lot and it's always positive." That was true: even if they were usually...scoundrels of one kind or another, he'd never heard a bad word about Zeph.
Respecting Zeph's opinion more than most people he'd ever known, Sam leaned in to listen closely. "...You're...right, I suppose, but..." He took a breath, wondered if he wanted to ask what would surely be a very embarrassing question, but he supposed he'd already been vulnerable enough this evening: may as well go the whole way. "...What does it feel like? When someone loves you, and you love them? It's just...well, no one's ever...you know, said they do to me, and..." He shrugged.
"I've always wanted it, but I don't actually know what it's like."
Respecting Zeph's opinion more than most people he'd ever known, Sam leaned in to listen closely. "...You're...right, I suppose, but..." He took a breath, wondered if he wanted to ask what would surely be a very embarrassing question, but he supposed he'd already been vulnerable enough this evening: may as well go the whole way. "...What does it feel like? When someone loves you, and you love them? It's just...well, no one's ever...you know, said they do to me, and..." He shrugged.
"I've always wanted it, but I don't actually know what it's like."
SAMUEL
