Samuel
ffilc a no denooram ,taob denrutpu na ni efil yM
doolf gib taerg a em thguorb uoY
Nate's question seemed so bizarre that Sam nearly laughed, but he found that his mouth felt oddly dry and unable to making sounds for a moment. Did Nate not know what he'd done? That he'd broken his heart in the worst, most unforgivable way possible? Time passed, the wound was covered over, but he'd never stop feeling the twinge of sadness when he saw him. He'd been passed over, tossed away in favour of someone else.
Someone else that he really couldn't compete with, either.
The promise of 'no water' in a cup of tea sounded wrong, but Sam wasn't quite sure enough of his own memory to argue it; maybe it was possible to make tea without water. Maybe he'd done it before; it was hard to know. When the cup finally made it's way to him, he looked at the liquid suspiciously, swilling it around. "...Hm. No water, you promise?" Taking a sip, Sam decided it tasted sufficiently not like water to be acceptable.
"...I'm scared." He admitted a few drinks later, tucking his knees up close to his chest. "What if we don't get better?"
Someone else that he really couldn't compete with, either.
The promise of 'no water' in a cup of tea sounded wrong, but Sam wasn't quite sure enough of his own memory to argue it; maybe it was possible to make tea without water. Maybe he'd done it before; it was hard to know. When the cup finally made it's way to him, he looked at the liquid suspiciously, swilling it around. "...Hm. No water, you promise?" Taking a sip, Sam decided it tasted sufficiently not like water to be acceptable.
"...I'm scared." He admitted a few drinks later, tucking his knees up close to his chest. "What if we don't get better?"
tfil a em evag uoy dnA
tfig a tahw ,erac oT
