Sam waved as the last of the mob disappeared through the door following Alfie, leaving him and Tristan in the rooms that Tristan had paid for. He waved at Harry. He couldn’t believe Harry was here. His Charlie was a bit of alright, too. Fair haired, rather like Tristan, but a bit old and serious for his liking. He waved again, and then closed the door with a soft click and then turned back to the man that had come to mean so much to him.
Now they were alone he didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know where to start. How did a man say, I love you, but I have to leave you? He had no idea.
“You must be tired.” Tristan squeezed his hand.
Sam nodded.
“We should retire.”
Sam nodded again, and followed. They went through the rituals of preparing for bed until they were both dressed in nightshirt
