And you understand with every seed you sow you make this cold world beautiful
Sam rushed forward a step when Zeph began to slip, but it seemed he had it under control, even if he got messy in the process. With an amused smile he tried very hard to keep silent, Sam carefully picked his way around the puddle instead, not fancying an impromptu bath at the moment.
He was curious to learn about whatever Zeph could tell him, the strange criminal underground he frequented utterly alien to Sam. Never having felt a drug's high nor able to feel one in the future, it was hard for him to understand quite how addictive it could be. "Have you ever had it? I've never really...grasped how things like that are meant to make people feel." While he didn't want to make too many assumptions, Zeph clearly wasn't a stranger to substance abuse.
The answer about Mers was obvious enough, so he just nodded. Sam was quiet for a little while, lost in his own thought, until his mind turned to the tryst he'd had a week or so prior. With a somewhat bashful smile on his face, he asked: "You know Milo, right? He said he was...that he worked for you, somehow?"
Question asked, Sam looked out before them and saw a shallow trench, a small creek running down the middle, bridged by a thick log. The log was clearly old; covered in slimy moss and full of bumpy pock marks, it would be difficult to pass. Taking a deep breath to hold (and hypothetically, he could hold it forever), Sam took his first step, then another - he found once he had the momentum, it wasn't so hard, and before long he was stepping off on the other side and looking back for Zeph.
He was curious to learn about whatever Zeph could tell him, the strange criminal underground he frequented utterly alien to Sam. Never having felt a drug's high nor able to feel one in the future, it was hard for him to understand quite how addictive it could be. "Have you ever had it? I've never really...grasped how things like that are meant to make people feel." While he didn't want to make too many assumptions, Zeph clearly wasn't a stranger to substance abuse.
The answer about Mers was obvious enough, so he just nodded. Sam was quiet for a little while, lost in his own thought, until his mind turned to the tryst he'd had a week or so prior. With a somewhat bashful smile on his face, he asked: "You know Milo, right? He said he was...that he worked for you, somehow?"
Question asked, Sam looked out before them and saw a shallow trench, a small creek running down the middle, bridged by a thick log. The log was clearly old; covered in slimy moss and full of bumpy pock marks, it would be difficult to pass. Taking a deep breath to hold (and hypothetically, he could hold it forever), Sam took his first step, then another - he found once he had the momentum, it wasn't so hard, and before long he was stepping off on the other side and looking back for Zeph.
SAMUEL
