Oh GREAT. Sam got his hand slapped by...Big Church and has to go to Zoom Advent now, and for the rest of the year. They don't want him to get a fine, even though instructions were clear and exceedingly cautious and ten feet between twenty people OUTDOORS doesn't exactly meet the criteria of a 'religious service', it's more like weaponized hippiedom with a sprinkling of Jesus thrown in.
He's playing Freddie Mercury's In My Defence at top volume to protest. In between complaints about how he had it right.
(I'm just a singer in a soooooong How can I try to right the wroooooong)
Matt says he's forever famous now on the small screen, and that it will be amazing. He can do greenscreen backgrounds and we can have communion in SPACE or still on the beach or even on the beach IN space but Sam says no one wants to tune in and watch him light virtual candles and it doesn't have the same effect.
Right.
Not sure he has looked in the mirror. He's freaking handsome. I told him it can be his OnlyFans account and he can have a button to click to make it rain.
PERFECT.
He still does not like this. Freddie swells, high emotion right through my kitchen. Lord. Sam's pulling a me.
We're going to put it on in the theatre, I assure him. You'll be taller than ever.
Matt winks at me and pulls Sam in close. It's not forever, Babe.
Excuse.
me.
what
BABE?
I would write more but I just died of adorableness. I'm almost glad we figured out how to keep our hands off each other so I can admire all of this from afar.
(Spoiler alert: We actually didn't/don't/can't.)