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and manly, that he looked even more insane because if it.
There’s Sam, all sexy combination of GQ and WrestleMania, dressed
in an outfit that says ‘hand-me-downs from my trailer trash little
sister.’ And when he walked, shuffling his feet, trying not to fall
over…. Oh god . He still had to chuckle every time he
pictured it. Bran’s mind drifted between thinking of Tommy Boy,
‘Big man in a little coat,” and Samael wearing a belly shirt,
dancing around and singing, “It’s raining men.”
    It was just too much! He thought he was going
to die laughing.
    When they finally made it to the clothing
department, Sammy had made sure to point out that he liked color in
his wardrobe, gesturing to the all-black outfit Bran was rocking
and making a funny face. In response, Brandon picked out a flowery,
colorful Hawaiian shirt and handed it to him. This was quickly
tossed back, only to land on his head.
    He had thought about bringing Sam to his
favorite store, Hot Topic, just to see his face, but they really
didn’t have that kind of time today. The idea of Samael wearing
guyliner, in a spiked dog collar, and with a pair of fingerless
gloves, made Bran want to purr. Not that he’d go for it.
    It was just an all-around great day.
    Sammy was now garbed in jeans and a blue
t-shirt that made his eyes stand out, because Bran needed another
reason to be drawn into them. Not.
    They had brought the bag with the remainder
of the new clothes back to his car, picked up Sam’s knife - because
no one can go anywhere without a shiny, bejeweled gold dagger, of
course - and went to the coffee shop to get some lunch. They were
sitting outside now, munching on some sandwiches and talking like
old friends.
    Brandon had heard about this phenomenon –
where you meet someone and immediately feel like you’ve known that
person forever - but he thought it was a bunch of bull. Now that it
was happening to him, it was surreal.
    “So, your father disowned you?”
    “Pretty much, yes.” Samael looked sad.
    “Why? I mean, I know that stuff happens
sometimes, but why did he go to that extreme.” There had to be more
to the story.
    Samael was silent for a few minutes, but he
seemed to be thinking, so Brandon waited patiently.
    The man finally did answer, but seemed to
choose his words very carefully. “Well. My… brother. He did some
horrible things, and blamed me for them.”
    “And your dad believed him.” It wasn’t really
a question, but Sam answered anyway.
    “Yes, and before I knew it, I was disavowed
and removed with nothing to my name.”
    “That’s really harsh.” And it was. I mean,
jeeze. He could have at least let the guy take some clothes or
something with him.
    “Yeah, well, sometimes my Father can be …
stringent.” Samael looked wary. “He always has his reasons though,
even if he is not always forthcoming with them.” There was
something Samael wasn’t saying, Brandon knew it. He didn’t think
the man was lying to him, just not giving all the deets. That was
okay, though. He had some crap in his past that he didn’t really
want aired, in all its stinking misery. So, he got it.
    He did feel like he owed Sam something. After
all, he did open up. This was no longer generic conversation, about
books and music and such. This was personal, and deserved a bit of
the same in return.
    “I’ve been on my own since I was eighteen. My
mom died when I was ten.” He glanced up at his companion. “Car
crash. I wound up in foster care. The good thing is my foster
parents sent me to college, and helped me get scholarships to pay
for it. Then they were gone. They’d done their duty. The rest of
it…well…” Brandon focused on his half-eaten sandwich again, pulling
it apart.
    “Not so good, eh?”
    He shrugged. “I lived.”
    “What about your father? Why did he not take
custody of you?” Samael sounded concerned. It was … nice.
    “I don’t know who he is, never met him.” Bran
tried to give Sam a smile, and knew it