Grizzam (The Society) One-Shots

Almost- part 7

(Another wholesome chapter mixed with some fluff and smut and comfort. You're welcome)

Three weeks later

Three weeks had passed, and much to Grizz's pleasure, the only big thing that had happened was that him, Sam, Becca and Eden had moved into Becca's house from the hospital, and turned it into their own home. Grizz and Sam had turned the guest bedroom into a nursery for Eden, using Becca's old crib they found in the basement, and decorations and other supplies from the local store. Luckily the childhood section of the store was pretty much still fully in stock. They even repainted the room. It looked like an actual nursery.

Sam and Grizz got Becca's parents old room, Becca not wanting to give up her own, said they could have it as long as they 'cleaned up' after themselves. Grizz was grateful for this, his own home had become so overoccupied that he couldn't see it as his home anymore. So, he had simply moved his things, such as his books and photographs and clothes, over to Becca's. They had a home now.

At first, Grizz had worried they were moving too fast by moving in together so quickly. But, then he remembered that their lifespan was not guaranteed in this new universe. And, he had made a promise to Becca to help her and Sam with Eden. And Grizz stuck to his promises.

Things had finally calmed down.

**
Sam and Grizz sat in their room up late tonight, having just tended to Eden's late night qualms, reading together in a comfortable silence. Though, around Sam, things were often silent. Which Grizz found oddly comforting. Especially tonight, after what seemed like so long of never ending hell, the silence was much needed.

Sam tapped on Grizz's shoulder, breaking the silence. "Have you read this one before by Ginsberg?" Sam asked, pointing to the poem in which he was inquiring.

Grizz shook his head. "Read it to me?"

Sam smiled, clearing his throat and setting the book down in his lap so he could sign; "The weight of the world
is love.
Under the burden
of solitude,
under the burden
of dissatisfaction

the weight,
the weight we carry
is love.

Who can deny?
In dreams
it touches
the body,
in thought
constructs
a miracle,
in imagination
anguishes
till born
in human–
looks out of the heart
burning with purity–
for the burden of life
is love,

but we carry the weight
wearily,
and so must rest
in the arms of love
at last,
must rest in the arms
of love.

No rest
without love,
no sleep
without dreams
of love–
be mad or chill
obsessed with angels
or machines,
the final wish
is love
–cannot be bitter,
cannot deny,
cannot withhold
if denied:

the weight is too heavy

–must give
for no return
as thought
is given
in solitude
in all the excellence
of its excess.

The warm bodies
shine together
in the darkness,
the hand moves
to the center
of the flesh,
the skin trembles
in happiness
and the soul comes
joyful to the eye–

yes, yes,
that's what
I wanted,
I always wanted,
I always wanted,
to return
to the body
where I was born.'" Sam sighed and smiled to himself. "It's my favorite by him. It reminds me of you."

Grizz felt tears well up in his eyes, smiling at Sam and leaning over to kiss him softly. "It's beautiful. You're beautiful. I love it...." Grizz wanted so badly to say those three words In that moment, but he knew it was too soon despite his feelings.

Sam smiled softly, looking up at Grizz, "You know, I remember, shortly after this whole parallel universe thing happened, telling Becca that I was going to die alone. The perfect Christian virgin.... I remember asking her how, two people who love each other, how they found each other in the first place. I never thought I'd find someone who cared for me in that way. But you- you make me feel loved." Sam said softly, signing along with his words, never breaking eye contact with Grizz.