It would be fair to say Sam was not doing well at the moment, but when was he ever doing well? He'd come back to the Hollowed Grounds with the intent to try and rebuild himself again after the illness had distorted his mind enough to ruin his time in Torchline and he felt defeated, his only friend here Mia and a couple of bookstore regulars that were pleased to see the lights on again.
Over the days memories of being with Amun while he was sick came to him. The details were foggy, but he knew they had spent time together and he had enjoyed it, that they may have agreed to meet again. Desperate for a friend in this difficult time and not completely oblivious to the fact that Amun was an attractive Ascended unafraid of expressing himself...well, whatever was to happen, Sam wanted to meet him again.
He'd asked around where he might find Amun and was guided to the door of the Artisan's Guild. Spotting Amun right before it he smiled, took a few steps forwards and waved. "Amun! Is it true you own this place now? That's amazing!" The enthusiasm was a little forced, but he tried to make the smile genuine.
Over the days memories of being with Amun while he was sick came to him. The details were foggy, but he knew they had spent time together and he had enjoyed it, that they may have agreed to meet again. Desperate for a friend in this difficult time and not completely oblivious to the fact that Amun was an attractive Ascended unafraid of expressing himself...well, whatever was to happen, Sam wanted to meet him again.
He'd asked around where he might find Amun and was guided to the door of the Artisan's Guild. Spotting Amun right before it he smiled, took a few steps forwards and waved. "Amun! Is it true you own this place now? That's amazing!" The enthusiasm was a little forced, but he tried to make the smile genuine.
SAMUEL
I somehow still lost
I somehow always do
I somehow always do
