what if someone touched sam gently for once, stroked his cheek and ran their fingers through his hair and appreciated that his body is meant for tenderness, not violence.
It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered, full of darkness and danger they were. Sometimes you didn’t want to know the end, because how could the end be happy. How could the world go back to the way it was when there’s so much bad that had happened? But in the end it’s only a passing thing, this shadow; even darkness must pass.