Whatever the future holds, I’m no longer scared of change. Of growing or letting myself be the real me. I’m still a sarcastic jokester. I’ll still race Iris to the front door of HQ and gloat about winning. I’ll still be slutty, but only slutty with Sam. I’ll also show the real me more often. The guy who cares about his niblings, who struggles to be responsible but is fucking good at it when I get it right. The person who resisted love in fear of ending up broken. But Sam didn’t break me. He made me whole.
