Tale as Old as Time

Jigano looked back at him fondly, warming Sam's heart (it was nice to have friends that were glad to see you, especially after recently old acquaintances had been rather unhappy to see him indeed); he laughed and gently nudged the Provost. "Quality work takes time. You'd rather my books than see the Atheneum full of scribbles on scrap paper." Not that this poor fellows work before them was that, but Sam still felt he could probably do better given the chance to prove himself. He nodded when Jigano asked if they could spend time together; he took a few steps away from the stall. "I know a nice place to talk. Come with me?" If Jigano agreed Sam would begin to take him through the streets of the Citadel, up towards the outer wall. "I've been well. Actually, ah, speaking of Loren..." Sam smiled and looked back, shy and cupping his hand before his face so only Jigano might hear. "We've been seeing each other, in a fashion." Samuel He took a step but then felt tired He said, I'll rest a little while But when he tried to walk again He wasn't a child