An Apple a Day

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out Sam was surprised to see Amalia react so strongly to Nate's name, tilting his head in confusion. He hadn't thought the two knew each other at all, only had mentioned the name for the completeness of the list in his own mind. Her use of Nathaniel did nothing to take his mind off the Ascended Outlander, Sam often using that full name to refer to him. "I...did, yes. He arrived last year around Longnight..we met in the Atheneum, and he kissed me right away." Despite the less-than-stellar opinion he had of Nate now, Sam laughed at this: it had been so bizarre. "I offered to let him stay at my house since he had nowhere else to go. Things..well, one thing led to another." He looked off and let that trail away, sure Amalia didn't want to hear about how he'd ended up in bed with Nate. Of course, the latter half of the story was far less happy and he put down his own basket to climb a tree, pausing with his hand on the trunk before he looked back to speak to her. "I asked him to Ascend. I tried to make sure I told him all it entailed first, though now I wonder if he got a skewed view of it, because I have more abilities than most Ascended.." With a sigh Sam shook his head and began to scale the tree, awkward and stiff and slipping more than once, not wearing the right clothes and hardly having much tree-climbing experience. Once he'd reached a 'V' he could stand in and reached some apples, he continued. "The Voice gave him an upgrade that let him diagnose patients by biting them. I assume--" He reached out for an apple. "--That you've never been bitten? Do you know um..how it feels for people?" take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.