[Judgment or no, blunt or gentle, it still... it still stings. He hates how right it is. Hates that it's so easy for Sam to pick it up. When all he wanted was to help. To make this easier, make it lighter.]
[He can't help it if his hold tightens for a moment there. Grips him harder in mute apology.]
[This means so much to him. This means a world to him. He doesn't know why he has to always put things before this world. Put a whole universe before it. Why he can't, just once selfishly take something.]
[The kiss... he can take.]
[It's not a calm, quick gesture, when he returns it. It's firmer. More urgent. Trying to cram apology and affection and a hundred other things into it.]
no subject
[He can't help it if his hold tightens for a moment there. Grips him harder in mute apology.]
[This means so much to him. This means a world to him. He doesn't know why he has to always put things before this world. Put a whole universe before it. Why he can't, just once selfishly take something.]
[The kiss... he can take.]
[It's not a calm, quick gesture, when he returns it. It's firmer. More urgent. Trying to cram apology and affection and a hundred other things into it.]
(I'll go wherever you want me to go.)