[ It's been a mess untangling who he is now from who he was- those actions, thoughts, emotions. Snapshots of his life cut out and shown without context or much consideration to Legion World at large and to Locus in a very real, very intimate way. That night-
He's been wrestling with it all morning. It'd been good, clean (ish) drunken fun with people he liked. People he knew he found pretty when he'd been cocky enough to think they'd want him back and arrogant enough to try to have them, desperate enough for however much or little they were willing to give. Not...not a good look, even if it'd been a good time.
Then the assassin, then the Silent Horizon memory and Felix- the risk of losing Locus. A friend.
Just a friend. ] Uh, Sam?
[ Then why does his heart lodge in his throat as Sam steps in this close? Why do things go fuzzy and soft edged, all adrenaline and an odd tangled ache somewhere in his chest like he hasn't felt since Carolina?
The biggest and reddest flag of them all, that name connected at all to Locus, to Sam and yet there it is. Every parallel, every fucking way he'd tripped into that pattern with someone new, someone that's reaching back and he's-
Locked up entirely without any real way to react to a rather impressive realization of messy emotions and desires he'd been oblivious to in their entirety until now. ]
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He's been wrestling with it all morning. It'd been good, clean (ish) drunken fun with people he liked. People he knew he found pretty when he'd been cocky enough to think they'd want him back and arrogant enough to try to have them, desperate enough for however much or little they were willing to give. Not...not a good look, even if it'd been a good time.
Then the assassin, then the Silent Horizon memory and Felix- the risk of losing Locus. A friend.
Just a friend. ] Uh, Sam?
[ Then why does his heart lodge in his throat as Sam steps in this close? Why do things go fuzzy and soft edged, all adrenaline and an odd tangled ache somewhere in his chest like he hasn't felt since Carolina?
The biggest and reddest flag of them all, that name connected at all to Locus, to Sam and yet there it is. Every parallel, every fucking way he'd tripped into that pattern with someone new, someone that's reaching back and he's-
Locked up entirely without any real way to react to a rather impressive realization of messy emotions and desires he'd been oblivious to in their entirety until now. ]