“Umm.” Sam looked up at Fates eyes trying not to have his gaze drop. He knew how nice it was to have someone look in his eyes even if they were unnerved by them. “How about you go put your grocery’s away and I will come and get you when dinner is ready?” he still held him tightly, like he had become a life raft and he did not want to let him go. The numbing feeling was weird yet interesting. “If I could bottle your touch I think I might have a love potion. Because each time you touch me I just want you more.” Finely he let him go the tears finely had stopped and a small smile was pushing through.