Oh all I ever wanted was
a life in your shape
"Oh, wow. You know...speaking of pots and the fire..." Sam laughed, sure that his vase (or pot, or whatever it was he'd ended up making) was ugly enough to deserve the same fate, but asking nonetheless: "Did you ever take my pot out of the kiln? Did it survive?" He knew that sometimes items could explode or shatter in the heat, and Sam knew he was inexperienced and unlucky enough for that to be a distinct possibility.
The reminder drew a nod and he sat back up still in the position he had first adopted, trying to make sure his gaze was steady and focused on the spot he had chosen on the wall.
He broke his focus though as Amun froze, Sam's eyes flicking back to him behind the canvas. For a moment he chewed at his lip, not sure what to do...but he'd often been in Amun's position, suddenly upset and cold in a conversation, and all he'd ever wanted was some comfort - it wasn't like he couldn't sit back down after. Sam stood and walked over to behind the canvas, reaching out to touch Amun's upper arm. "I'm sorry for asking. Are you okay?"
The reminder drew a nod and he sat back up still in the position he had first adopted, trying to make sure his gaze was steady and focused on the spot he had chosen on the wall.
He broke his focus though as Amun froze, Sam's eyes flicking back to him behind the canvas. For a moment he chewed at his lip, not sure what to do...but he'd often been in Amun's position, suddenly upset and cold in a conversation, and all he'd ever wanted was some comfort - it wasn't like he couldn't sit back down after. Sam stood and walked over to behind the canvas, reaching out to touch Amun's upper arm. "I'm sorry for asking. Are you okay?"
Keep my eyes on the road
As I ache
SAMUEL
Base Code by Sky!
