The pillow felt like support. A pillar holding up a pier. A beacon from a lighthouse. “I don’t know. Not wrong, not as such.”
Sam started to answer, stopped, nodded. “I know you mean that, when you say it. I know you mean what you say. I’m getting used to that.”
“Excellent Leo translation skills. I was just thinking…I could’ve not been here. Not like that! Or maybe like that. But also you could’ve not been here. If we hadn’t met. If that one night had gone differently. And I was here alone, and I didn’t want to be alone…I think it’s just a random attack of melancholy.”
“So you were lonely.” Sam tightened the arm around him, heedless of expensive suits. “And something was wrong. I’m here, Leo. You’re not alone. I’m here.”
“I know. I said I’m all right; I am. I’m happy, I think.”
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