"Of course!"
This... didn't sound like Murray at all.
"I feel obliged to remind you, we've only got six hours till sunset, and then today's pretty much done."
"Yeah. As much as I'd love to hang out with you every second, I know you need your midday nap in winter, or you'll be cranky all afternoon."
Samantha paused for a moment, "Then I want my own room."
Murray laughed, but his eyes were filled with a bittersweet look, "That was the plan all along. I'm not that shameless."
Samantha remained non-committal.
The bitterness in his eyes spread, "That time at the cabin... watching you pack your books to leave, I was so mad, I don't know what got into me, I just..."
"Later, I kept wondering why I lost my senses, did what I did... first, you were gone for days, no word, I missed you like crazy; second, I guess I wanted to scare you a bit, hoping you'd come back on your own..."
Samantha's gaze at him was truly indescribable.
There was disbelief at the absurdity, but also, sympathy.
Yes, sympathy.
A person who couldn't even express love properly was bound to take many detours in life before they could grow.
And she was just the starting point of that journey.
Thankfully, just the starting point.
Samantha was led upstairs by the housekeeper.
"Ms. Watson, this is your room, please—"
The familiar setup greeted her, even the vase she'd picked up on a whim was still on the windowsill.
Yes, this was the room Samantha stayed in during her junior year summer break.
The housekeeper said, "Rest well, call me if you need anything."
"Thank you," Samantha replied.
The housekeeper left, gently closing the door behind her.
Samantha napped for forty minutes.
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