Let it Rain

The Atheneum provided a sort of escapism for Sam. Both because it was filled with stories and worlds to lose himself in, and because it had been somewhere he had frequented before his life had really kicked into action; if he spent enough time between the shelves he could convince himself he had dreamed all of it, all of the things that had ended up in pain and confusing ends. He had finished his work for the day, was heading down to the Guildhall to put away his records book in it's spot. As he got to the bottom of the stairs he saw Jigano sat in the hall; he supposed he must have missed him entering. After a pause (for entering social situations was still something he had to prepare for just a little, even now) he took the steps forward into the hall. The records book cradled in his arms he smiled towards Jigano, hoping he found his friend in better spirits than he had been last time (and better spirits than Sam himself was in). "Hello, Jigano. Have you been here long? It's..all been so chaotic lately, I haven't seen a lot of people I know. Have you been busy too? I saw you at the...Spire..um...thing." He realised by bringing it up he would be re-inserting the memory of him curled up and pathetic on the floor into Jigano's memory, but there was no taking it back now. 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