Thank you for finding me
And thank you for the care
Defeated, not really wanting to discuss this anymore, Sam shrugged and shook his head, quietly admitting: I suppose not. And while he hadn't, he thought they both had to know that often with Gods it was just as much about what they didn't say.
At least they had something to focus on other than the Voice. Taking on the challenge, Sam began to make sure he dug his fingers into the clay and wet it all as Amun instructed, beginning to say: "Unique isn't always good-" When there were suddenly hands over his, Amun behind him; Sam reflexively stiffened, not expecting the contact, but did not pull away, letting his hands follow the motions Amun set.
Somewhat embarrassed after that, he took the wire but didn't entirely meet Amun's eyes as he did, then sliced off what he thought was a reasonable amount of clay for a small vase. "What...what do you make the most of, here? I imagine people want a lot of cups?"
At least they had something to focus on other than the Voice. Taking on the challenge, Sam began to make sure he dug his fingers into the clay and wet it all as Amun instructed, beginning to say: "Unique isn't always good-" When there were suddenly hands over his, Amun behind him; Sam reflexively stiffened, not expecting the contact, but did not pull away, letting his hands follow the motions Amun set.
Somewhat embarrassed after that, he took the wire but didn't entirely meet Amun's eyes as he did, then sliced off what he thought was a reasonable amount of clay for a small vase. "What...what do you make the most of, here? I imagine people want a lot of cups?"
And fuck you for making me
Think that this life might be fair
SAMUEL
