Speech Boy ★Leebury★

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  It had been a few days, almost a week, since Samuel had met Charles. In fact, the other man had been lingering inside his head ever since. He found everything about Lee so weird yet so beautiful. How he would often complain about how some other men used to bug him or how he would talk about how lovely the weather was or how crowded with people the streets were.

  "I honestly would prefer so much staying here, but it's quite impossible by now," Charles spoke, gesturing with his hand every word that came out of his mouth.

  "It's a shame, really." Samuel sighed under his breath, looking down.

  Charles noticed his upset behavior. "Samuel, we'll write each other. Besides, I still have plenty of time to spend with you before I'm gone."

  Seabury looked up at his friend and nodded. His lips had now curved into a small smile. "I suppose we have to enjoy these last moments as much as we can, don't we?"

  Charles nodded and flashed a smile. "I'd suggest going to the pub," he offered.

  "You should know very well better than anyone else that I do not enjoy drinking, Charles," the shorter of the two reminded him.
  "Good point.." Charles sighed. "Well, then. I've got nothing. It's getting rather late though, maybe I should be heading back."

  Samuel nodded. He inhaled a sharp breath, enjoying a nice breeze that was passing by. The sky was a shade of blue and lilac, which made the day even better. He glanced quickly at the other's hand. It looked so tempting to hold it.

  “Hell no, Samuel. Control yourself.. it's just your friend's hand, there's nothing else to think about a hand. Besides, he's your friend.., your cute, handsome, kind, gentle- no. Stop,” Samuel thought to himself. However, a familiar voice brought him back to reality.

  "Samuel?" Charles called out his name, earning a hum and look of confusion from him. "You're, um, uh-"

   Charles' cheeks were tinted by a light shade of pink and red, which Samuel found weird. Until he realized;

  "Oh! I am so sorry, Charles! I don't know what happened," he apologized, flustered as he let go of the other's hand. The young bishop flashed a bright, lopsided smile. "I am so sorry. I will make sure it doesn't happen ag-." His rambling got interrupted by Lee's laughter, which seemed to confuse Samuel.

   "Don't worry, Samuel. It's okay. I'm okay. You're okay. Nobody gets hurt by a gentle hand hold," he reassured as he pressed his hand against Samuel's. "Right?" Charles interwined his fingers with the other's.

   Samuel blushed dark red, clearing his throat. "I g-guess not... B-but what if-," he started rambling.

   The tallest of the two rolled his eyes and grinned as he shook his head. "Just enjoy the the sound of people chatting and birds chirping, Samuel. You're not gonna die if you relax for a bit."

   Seabury nodded once again. "I suppose n-not..," he stuttered out as he glanced over to his hand holding Charles'. His heart melted. “Oh my God, he is actually holding my hand. Charles Lee is holding my hand.” His short thought made him smile brightly. He let out a soft sigh, fluttering his eyes half closed and taking in a small breath. With enough courage, he gave Lee's hand a small squeeze.

   The other man hummed sweetly. "It's been quite a nice day, hasn't it?" He returned Samuel the squeeze.

   "Yes, yes it has," he replied, leaving out a soft sigh.

“So this is what love feels like.”