Zeph
Doesn't take long for Sam to turn up, and you can't help but exhale a sigh of relief to see him looking (relatively) well - and certainly better than the last time you crossed his path. You return the book you've grabbed to a shelf, giving the Ascended your full attention. "Hey, Red," you greet with a crooked half-smile, looking the kid up and down for any evidence of wounds or lingering sickness. "Ya look a sight better'n last time."
Sam puts a hand on your shoulder and you respond with far more gusto, pulling him into a brief, tight hug and patting him on the back. When you release him one large hand lingers, holding him steady as you peer into those bright blue eyes, reassuring yourself once again that he's okay. "Whaddya mean, what'm I doin' here? Enjoyin' th'fine scenery'a th'Grounds, a'course."
Sam puts a hand on your shoulder and you respond with far more gusto, pulling him into a brief, tight hug and patting him on the back. When you release him one large hand lingers, holding him steady as you peer into those bright blue eyes, reassuring yourself once again that he's okay. "Whaddya mean, what'm I doin' here? Enjoyin' th'fine scenery'a th'Grounds, a'course."
you're not a bad person
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
for the ways you tried to kill your sadness
