Jigano seemed to choke on his drink; Sam leaned forward to help but he recovered quickly enough that it seemed unnecessary, so he sat back again and held his own teacup up to his lips, wishing waiting for it to cool had any point for him. As it were, it didn't, so he took a sip. There was the faintest of tastes in his mouth then nothing.
He didn't recall Jigano mentioning his parents before. Sam wondered if it would be inappropriate for him to keep notes on his friends so that he didn't commit the social sin of asking repeat questions. But before he could really consider it, Jigano sighed and put down his cup.
"O-oh. Um. Oh. I'm sorry. I-I didn't think." He felt a blooming horror in his chest at having offended his friend, nightmarish visions of the end of their relationship immediately coming to him. But Jigano seemed to be content with the compromise he suggested, so Sam desperately nodded.
"Yes! Yes. That's f-f-fine. My family...um...we weren't poor. As...rich as anyone can be here, actually. A-and they're not dead. But we avoid each other." Occasionally he would see a flash of his sisters red hair in a crowd or the stern lines of his mothers face (it was too small a place to fully avoid someone) but never for long. "Do...can you do any of the wise...things? The omens?"
He didn't recall Jigano mentioning his parents before. Sam wondered if it would be inappropriate for him to keep notes on his friends so that he didn't commit the social sin of asking repeat questions. But before he could really consider it, Jigano sighed and put down his cup.
"O-oh. Um. Oh. I'm sorry. I-I didn't think." He felt a blooming horror in his chest at having offended his friend, nightmarish visions of the end of their relationship immediately coming to him. But Jigano seemed to be content with the compromise he suggested, so Sam desperately nodded.
"Yes! Yes. That's f-f-fine. My family...um...we weren't poor. As...rich as anyone can be here, actually. A-and they're not dead. But we avoid each other." Occasionally he would see a flash of his sisters red hair in a crowd or the stern lines of his mothers face (it was too small a place to fully avoid someone) but never for long. "Do...can you do any of the wise...things? The omens?"
