there's an ocean in my body
there's a river in my soul
"That must be it I suppose, because I'm not musical at all anywhere else." Sam laughed, still embarrassed but glad that Ianto was being kind about overhearing him. Not having much experience with women romantically, he couldn't comment on the ocean's similarity. "The sea could too, though, at a storm. I think it's quite a nice metaphor...maybe just for love in general, though. Not women specifically. Love on it's own can be tumultuous." He certainly knew about that: idle thoughts of his many, many failed crushes passed through his head.
Glad that he didn't have lungs for the smoke to get into, Sam just enjoyed the slightly sweet scent as he shook Ianto's hand. "Ianto." He repeated, frowning as he took his hand back, the name shaking loose a memory in his mind: after a moment, he looked up with curious, wide eyes - could this be the same lover that Remi had once known? "...Do you know the governor here, Remi?"
Glad that he didn't have lungs for the smoke to get into, Sam just enjoyed the slightly sweet scent as he shook Ianto's hand. "Ianto." He repeated, frowning as he took his hand back, the name shaking loose a memory in his mind: after a moment, he looked up with curious, wide eyes - could this be the same lover that Remi had once known? "...Do you know the governor here, Remi?"
if I see a sign in the sky tonight
No one's gonna tell me it's a trick of the light
SAMuEL
