But all the red flags were marching south of his personal equator and were merrily throwing themselves on his growing bonfire of need.

Ha -- what a delightful description. I'm just in love with it.

I love the tantalizing bits of pre-slash. They're yummy and have stoked the craving in me.

He had always tried to be the Boy Scout even if he’d never stayed in a town long enough to join.

Perfect way of leveling Sam down to his pre-teen days. Some things stay the same.

So glad this one is to be continued. I'm intrigued with the strength of the fire in Sam.