[He could cry -- or scream, or anything -- out of sheer relief. Someone else is taking charge. Someone else is giving him a direction. A route. Part of him hates how much he craves that. How utterly relieved he is to hear it.]
[If this were a fight -- if this were anything else -- he'd know what to do. He'd shoulder the responsibility readily enough. Not so now. Not so when someone was literally ripped away from his head, from his heart. When he wants to give this person under his hands so much.]
[Wants to give him everything he has to. And knows he can't. There are parts of him, too many parts, scattered like broken bits of comets, belonging to everyone else. To Pidge, to their cause, to Lance and Keith and Hunk and Allura and Coran and Matt and ...]
[And his back is to the tent pole. And fingers are in his hair. And there's a direction, there's an order, and all of him he has left to this is drowning in it gladly.]
(I love you -- Sam, I -- )
[Everything he has left to himself is nothing but gratitude. Acceptance. Affection bottomless as the stars.]
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[If this were a fight -- if this were anything else -- he'd know what to do. He'd shoulder the responsibility readily enough. Not so now. Not so when someone was literally ripped away from his head, from his heart. When he wants to give this person under his hands so much.]
[Wants to give him everything he has to. And knows he can't. There are parts of him, too many parts, scattered like broken bits of comets, belonging to everyone else. To Pidge, to their cause, to Lance and Keith and Hunk and Allura and Coran and Matt and ...]
[And his back is to the tent pole. And fingers are in his hair. And there's a direction, there's an order, and all of him he has left to this is drowning in it gladly.]
(I love you -- Sam, I -- )
[Everything he has left to himself is nothing but gratitude. Acceptance. Affection bottomless as the stars.]