Samuel
We can leave life for tomorrow
Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
Loren informed Sam that he had heard things about him (good, he promised, though Sam was not so sure) and he nearly demanded to know who, finding it very odd he might be someone notable enough for people to discuss. Maintaining some polite distance though, he simply returned the handshake. "Hello. I've heard of you too." Not always good things, though.Or grieve all that we thought we’d do
He tilted the book towards Wessex, finding himself actually a little nervous to see what it was she'd think of his work. The smile on her lips was a good sign, even if he could see the sadness behind it - his work was getting a reaction from her, which was what he always wanted.
Loren sitting down drew his eyes away and he opened his mouth to reply (something misleading, but semi-truthful) when Wessex cut in before he could. Sam slowly closed his mouth, but felt a little bad - like bullies from when he was a child excluding a kid at lunch. "...It's probably best if it's secret, for the moment. I'm sure you understand. ...What is it you came to the Atheneum to look for?" He smiled, trying to be kind but not reveal too much about his project.
Or make each moment new
