[Funny. Sam's always struck him as the popular extraverted sort. The kind of guy who's probably the center of attention. He comes from a respectable well-to-do family, and from the outside, it feels like he's got a lot going for him.

Seems he's going through just as much of a shitty time as he is though, in the end. As he takes a step forward, one of Forte's hands catch the bottom of his shirt to slide up the inside of it with a hand, the tips of his fingers trailing up the warmth of his skin. His other hand falls upon one of his cheeks, lips finding his mouth in the softest brush of a kiss.]

Mm. In the bedroom.

[He sighs against him.]

If you want something to drink too, though, you should tell me now. I'm not gonna want to leave once we start.