An Apple a Day

SAMUEL stretch out my life & pick the seams out Pretending like he didn't see the way her face changed when he mentioned not feeling pain (that was a part of being family, he supposed, putting up with the little annoyances) he shrugged when she informed him that she actually could heal him. "If...you think it might work, it would be nice to feel stronger on it. I just...didn't think anything you got from the Old Gods would work on me." Obviously he'd overstepped by touching her so he drew his hand back, feeling very awkward about it: he'd once been very anxious about physical contact, but he wondered if in his efforts to overcome that he'd become too eager now to give it: Jigano certainly didn't always seem fond of his hugs. The rules for when these sorts of things were acceptable still seemed to evade him, even as he learnt other social lessons. The question about Loren (fair enough, since he'd mentioned the name) drew a sigh and he shook his head. "I don't know. We um...we broke..well. We didn't ever really have anything official. But we don't have anything now...I ended it. He can't commit to me the way I wanted him to." Fiddling with the handle of his basket, Sam stared at the ground, trying not to think about the fact that Amalia was soon getting married. take what you like, but close my ears and eyes, watch me stumble over and over.