When it seemed Jigano wasn't too offended Sam took a deep breath and calmed his nerves. He was having a nice cup of tea with a friend, not going into war, so why was he so anxious?
There was a pause where he sipped at the tea and tried to make sense of how it tasted. He remembered tea as a child, but then he hadn't liked it; the bitterness had made him twist up his nose. Evie had laughed and then she had tried it and did exactly the same - the memory sat oddly with him, one of the few warm familial things he could recall. He was lost in this thought until Jigano's flurry of questions came.
"Oh....I...I don't think I know enough songs to have a favourite. Maybe you could play something I'd like?" He was sure anything Jigano made would be a good tune, even though he knew little about music he had confidence in his friend's abilities. "My favourite colour is green, actually. D-dark red reminds me too much of blood."
What things brought him joy? At first his instinct was to say nothing, but he knew that wasn't true. "...Seeing parents be ni-nice to children. Stories. Friends." At this he smiled at Jigano. "Noticing...li-little things about people. Like how you move gracefully, starting with your head so you can move your hair. Or...or how some people speak so easily, but they falter at simple questions. ...I falter at...ha. Everything, though. So maybe I can't t-talk."
There was a pause where he sipped at the tea and tried to make sense of how it tasted. He remembered tea as a child, but then he hadn't liked it; the bitterness had made him twist up his nose. Evie had laughed and then she had tried it and did exactly the same - the memory sat oddly with him, one of the few warm familial things he could recall. He was lost in this thought until Jigano's flurry of questions came.
"Oh....I...I don't think I know enough songs to have a favourite. Maybe you could play something I'd like?" He was sure anything Jigano made would be a good tune, even though he knew little about music he had confidence in his friend's abilities. "My favourite colour is green, actually. D-dark red reminds me too much of blood."
What things brought him joy? At first his instinct was to say nothing, but he knew that wasn't true. "...Seeing parents be ni-nice to children. Stories. Friends." At this he smiled at Jigano. "Noticing...li-little things about people. Like how you move gracefully, starting with your head so you can move your hair. Or...or how some people speak so easily, but they falter at simple questions. ...I falter at...ha. Everything, though. So maybe I can't t-talk."
