And you understand with every seed you sow you make this cold world beautiful
Sam, having sipped from his tea entirely absent-mindedly, looked up in surprise at the sudden question, wondering what could have spurred it. He looked between himself and Henry, over his own body to make sure he wasn't being crushed by a shelf or something...then finally looked at the teacup and understood. "Oh. No, but I also can't really feel hot or cold. It makes no difference to me." The tea was perhaps a little lukewarm, the lightest touch of something on his lips, but it was hardly hot.
"You know...I always thought there was something out there I was looking for, but..." A wry, sad smile on his lips, Sam looked down and shrugged. "I don't know if it exists. You're still you, wherever you are, after all." Though maybe that was just his experience; he knew that he was particularly neurotic, that no matter where he had gone his issues had followed right behind. "But maybe travelling will help you work out what it is you want."
"You know...I always thought there was something out there I was looking for, but..." A wry, sad smile on his lips, Sam looked down and shrugged. "I don't know if it exists. You're still you, wherever you are, after all." Though maybe that was just his experience; he knew that he was particularly neurotic, that no matter where he had gone his issues had followed right behind. "But maybe travelling will help you work out what it is you want."
SAMUEL
