And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
It was obvious that Zeph was frustrated with him, but Sam had never really had these conversations before, the space to think and work out how to operate healthier than he had been doing. He supposed he could see what Zeph was saying, though - it was certainly unfair to put such a burden on anyone he could love in the future; he only hoped he could find a way to unburden himself before someone truly wonderful came along.
Was that a perfect way of looking at it? No, but probably better than where he'd started.
His eyes followed Zeph as the man stood up, making sure he wouldn't fall, though Sam completely forgot that as the words said sunk in.
Us.
As in, including Zeph.
Immediately, tears sprung to his eyes and he stood too, standing in front of Zeph and opening his mouth a few times, words not escaping. Eventually all he could do was lean in to pull the man into a hug, whispering quiet 'thank you's and 'I'm sorry'.
Was that a perfect way of looking at it? No, but probably better than where he'd started.
His eyes followed Zeph as the man stood up, making sure he wouldn't fall, though Sam completely forgot that as the words said sunk in.
Us.
As in, including Zeph.
Immediately, tears sprung to his eyes and he stood too, standing in front of Zeph and opening his mouth a few times, words not escaping. Eventually all he could do was lean in to pull the man into a hug, whispering quiet 'thank you's and 'I'm sorry'.
SAMUEL
