"You got it. Maybe one of our apartments?" Sam couldn't believe he was actually even kind of making arrangements to meet him again... but on the other hand, there was no guarantee that they'd meet up again here. No harm, right?

Some quieter part of Sam didn't think it would be that horrible, even if he pushed that to the very back of his mind. He was fucked up... but he didn't know if he was ready to be that fucked up yet or go through any sexuality questions this late in his life. He was pretty much comfortably into girls... this had to be a fluke. An experiment.