Scott had grown up in a mansion that didn’t exist in this reality. Sam had grown up in this exact room. Today, he and Oliver had kissed each other in both of those places, trading memories and histories. This relationship meant the world; it was maybe stronger than reality, because it transcended those blurred lines of history and identity. Scott genuinely believed he was done with love; Sam never expected to find it like this. It all meant that kissing the man he loved here and now was a luxury and a pleasure, and Sam wanted to live fully inside the moment. He held the back of Oliver’s neck like it was precious, because it was.