When everything and everyone
Becomes my enemy
"...I didn't know you had any breaking and entering days to begin with." Sam said with a bemused expression, raising his eyebrows at this new information. Sadly, they couldn't linger too long on Loren being a master thief.
"Um...I suppose I am, but it's been a difficult season. I..for a little while, I left the Voice's care, then I recently had a terrible fight with Amalia, Evie and Deimos..." Sam sighed, supposing that those things might well have happened regardless of Torchline, but they certainly had soured his first season there. Shuffling about in his seat, looking into the darkness of the abandoned shop, he wondered for a moment if things would be different had he stayed.
At least listening to Loren speak was a good distraction. He watched the man walk about, staying sat where he was, paying attention to what he had to say. It was a lot to take in at once, spirits, raids, deaths, lost love...Sam was quiet for a moment, trying to think of what to say: there was a part of him he wasn't proud of that wondered what Weaver had that he didn't, but he quickly pushed that aside in favour of pity for Loren and trying to understand Halo's politics, why they would choose anyone over his friend, who he knew was very capable.
"I'm sorry about Weaver." He started with, standing up to stand by Loren. "...I'm glad you got some time to yourself, it sounds like you needed it." Gently, he offered his arms out for a hug, thinking it sounded like Loren needed one (but being too awkward to voice it).
"Um...I suppose I am, but it's been a difficult season. I..for a little while, I left the Voice's care, then I recently had a terrible fight with Amalia, Evie and Deimos..." Sam sighed, supposing that those things might well have happened regardless of Torchline, but they certainly had soured his first season there. Shuffling about in his seat, looking into the darkness of the abandoned shop, he wondered for a moment if things would be different had he stayed.
At least listening to Loren speak was a good distraction. He watched the man walk about, staying sat where he was, paying attention to what he had to say. It was a lot to take in at once, spirits, raids, deaths, lost love...Sam was quiet for a moment, trying to think of what to say: there was a part of him he wasn't proud of that wondered what Weaver had that he didn't, but he quickly pushed that aside in favour of pity for Loren and trying to understand Halo's politics, why they would choose anyone over his friend, who he knew was very capable.
"I'm sorry about Weaver." He started with, standing up to stand by Loren. "...I'm glad you got some time to yourself, it sounds like you needed it." Gently, he offered his arms out for a hug, thinking it sounded like Loren needed one (but being too awkward to voice it).
There's nothing more you can do
I'm gonna blame it on you
SAMUEL
Base Code by Sky!
