For a second his thoughts flashed back to when they were in the room, painfully close and drowning in one another's scents, aching, lips almost touching. He wasn't sure he could call that happiness but it felt like a facsimile. Even now he felt more settled in his skin than he'd been for the last half a year.
The silence stretched between them before Sam realized that it was drawing and he looked away.
“That's the main thing they're going to want to know: where they moved out to.”
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For a second his thoughts flashed back to when they were in the room, painfully close and drowning in one another's scents, aching, lips almost touching. He wasn't sure he could call that happiness but it felt like a facsimile. Even now he felt more settled in his skin than he'd been for the last half a year.
The silence stretched between them before Sam realized that it was drawing and he looked away.
“That's the main thing they're going to want to know: where they moved out to.”
Such a careful non-answer to the question.