Housemates

Samuel

Ronin was kind, like Remi; Sam let go a breath he didn't know he was holding as the other man didn't descend into (admittedly, out of character) yelling fit. He would be entitled to, after all Sam had done to him and everyone else.

In some ways, he wished someone would yell at him. Maybe then he'd feel like he'd paid some kind of actual price for it.

"I'm very glad, about that." Sam pressed his knees together on his hands and his shoulders slumped. "Have you seen anyone else who has recovered? What...did it feel like?" Perhaps a too serious question for a man just woken up, but Sam had poor perceptions of these things after he'd stopped sleeping himself regularly years ago.

And it's hard to write about being happy
'Cause the older I get

I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject