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The book of love is long and boring
"...I'm not even sure they use maps." Sam huffed out a breath with frown, the whole situation just rife with holes in his knowledge. A lot of people he knew had never even seen a Mer, and it seemed like Vervain was to be included in that number. "Do you know anyone who has? I wonder if there's a way for me to find one and ask them if they need maps..." He'd never really been one for proselytising his own skills, but when it came with the potential added benefit of seeing mermaids, Sam could perhaps get over the shyness.
Eagerly taking the tin of tea, Sam began to lift out bags and sniff at them, seeing which ones intrigued him the most. "Oh, some of these smell beautiful." He commented, even his limited sense of smell pleased at the pungent floral teas.
He was still sorting through them, happily lost in thoughts of what he could trade, when Vervain answered his question about Zeph. At first he didn't quite understand what she meant, then his hand began to slow in the tin, his face turn up to look at her with clear tears forming at his eyes, which he did his best to blink away, not wanting to make this into a thing.
It was going to be a thing.
"I um...oh, I see. Right." Sam mumbled, voice clearly strained, barely able to talk over the cacophony in his head of embarrassment and shame that he had even tried to be with Zeph when the man had someone so much better. That his housemate had been so kind, not even mentioning it, just made it all the worse - he pitied him, and comparing himself to Vai, Sam pitied himself too. Taking a breath that was obviously tear-logged, he nodded. "Sorry. That's good. I'm happy for you."
Eagerly taking the tin of tea, Sam began to lift out bags and sniff at them, seeing which ones intrigued him the most. "Oh, some of these smell beautiful." He commented, even his limited sense of smell pleased at the pungent floral teas.
He was still sorting through them, happily lost in thoughts of what he could trade, when Vervain answered his question about Zeph. At first he didn't quite understand what she meant, then his hand began to slow in the tin, his face turn up to look at her with clear tears forming at his eyes, which he did his best to blink away, not wanting to make this into a thing.
It was going to be a thing.
"I um...oh, I see. Right." Sam mumbled, voice clearly strained, barely able to talk over the cacophony in his head of embarrassment and shame that he had even tried to be with Zeph when the man had someone so much better. That his housemate had been so kind, not even mentioning it, just made it all the worse - he pitied him, and comparing himself to Vai, Sam pitied himself too. Taking a breath that was obviously tear-logged, he nodded. "Sorry. That's good. I'm happy for you."
No one can lift the damn thing
