Make It All Better

SAMUEL i am the ocean, crawling madly at your moon. and with one wanton whoop — "Oh, no, I...I would choose to stay with you." Sam quickly confirmed, a small smile on his lips though still the sadness remained in his eyes for the moment; it was hard to let go of the idea of his friends slowly disappearing from his life as he continued forever. "Would Mort even take me? Still, even if I did get the choice...I couldn't think of any better place to go than with you." That she approved of his project was a good thing to know. "Oh, I'm glad. When I have enough progress I'll come to show you...and...perhaps ask some questions, when I know what gaps there are." While he suspected she might not be willing to tell him everything (such as the information about the Core) he hoped he might get to learn some more things, like... "I hope you won't be mad at her for this, but Wessex told me your name. It's beautiful." — i melt into a sycophantic soup, & all that's left to do, is giggle, fawn, and swoon.