And here we go, "Hello, floor. Have you met my knees?"
It did feel somewhat like everything was moving in slow motion; Sam wasn't sure if that was an effect of his fluid loss or something to do with the scene itself, the melancholy settling in the air. While it was pretty obvious Zeph was not good nor great, he did acknowledge the fact that Sam was rather seriously injured, and he decided to jump on that chance.
"I don't feel pain, so.." Shrugging helplessly, he stared up at the ceiling. "I um, ha, um, I was stabbed, I suppose." It was not at all funny, but something about hearing Zeph say the same thing not all that long ago made Sam laugh. "I didn't want to come in and just distract from you though, because, well: you're clearly upset over something, and I need to drink, and..."
Sighing and closing his eyes, Sam tried to pretend he wasn't making a total mess of this. "..I just don't want you to feel like I don't care about you or that my problems are more important, so...we can wait on that, for a bit." Looking down, he lifted his fingers: a thick, round drop of fluid rose up and he cringed, putting his hand back down. "..A bit."
"I don't feel pain, so.." Shrugging helplessly, he stared up at the ceiling. "I um, ha, um, I was stabbed, I suppose." It was not at all funny, but something about hearing Zeph say the same thing not all that long ago made Sam laugh. "I didn't want to come in and just distract from you though, because, well: you're clearly upset over something, and I need to drink, and..."
Sighing and closing his eyes, Sam tried to pretend he wasn't making a total mess of this. "..I just don't want you to feel like I don't care about you or that my problems are more important, so...we can wait on that, for a bit." Looking down, he lifted his fingers: a thick, round drop of fluid rose up and he cringed, putting his hand back down. "..A bit."
SAMUEL
