no emotion that's worth having

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — "Yeah." Sam replied, with much less enthusiasm and a waning smile. He felt a oncoming doom about the Longnight that was swiftly approaching whenever he let himself think about it too hard, and there were more than a few loud voices in his head that said the trip would never happen. It was nice to dream about it, though; to imagine everything turning out okay. In that interest...he sighed, rubbed the back of his neck. "Um..." It felt extremely awkward to ask this, given the timing and their relationship, but Sam had few others he could trust with the request. "I do need to drink from somebody before we do it, and I don't have anyone...you don't have to, but it might help-" He awkwardly stuttered out, waving his hands about in vague gestures meant to imply Zeph was under no pressure. — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.