pour one out for our ghosts

There's gonna come a day when you'll feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day

Are you worried. There's a loaded question you're not sure how to answer, because yeah, yeah you're fucking worried, given your last conversation with Sam. And part of you wonders if he'll wonder if she's the reason you didn't want to try it out with him, all of you doesn't want any part of that conversation right now (or ever).

"'s fine. Didn't wanna s'prise him's all. He's had a rough go."

And that's all you have to say about that.

The house is relatively clean thanks to Sam, certainly not indicative of harboring two bachelors. You put the groceries on the table by the kitchen, showing her the pots and pans and setting some coffee on the stove before kissing her cheek and heading towards the semi-outdoor shower, ready to clean off the last of last night - physically, at least.

And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?

zephyr