He's relieved. He knows the awkwardness of coming back to speak to someone what all you've culled, or been culled by. It was an experience only felt within Capitol, but one he could do without. He's more used to rolling past his deaths, pretending like they didn't happen. It's easier when all everyone else makes like he didn't do no shit wrong-- though he knows he did.
"YEAH!" He says. "Sure motherfuckin thing. ALWAYS DOWN FOR CHILLING WITH YOU." He needed to walk out the ghost of his lost limb anyway. The best way to do that would be to keep stepping with it. Shake that shit right the motherfuck out.
He's not so quick to miss what Sam's getting at. A walk meant seeking privacy. Sam's knowing of blindspots means he knows how to get it.
It's funny, he remembers so long ago now, when it seemed like there was no place to hide at all. He'd resigned himself to lack of privacy, to everyone knowing his secrets. From feelings jams with his no-longer-moirail, to his sprees of slaughter past. It reminds him how Sam's newer than it feels. That he's old, in terms of being here now.
Still, he keeps that smile up. No reason to bring it down yet. He had a feeling that could change.
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"YEAH!" He says. "Sure motherfuckin thing. ALWAYS DOWN FOR CHILLING WITH YOU." He needed to walk out the ghost of his lost limb anyway. The best way to do that would be to keep stepping with it. Shake that shit right the motherfuck out.
He's not so quick to miss what Sam's getting at. A walk meant seeking privacy. Sam's knowing of blindspots means he knows how to get it.
It's funny, he remembers so long ago now, when it seemed like there was no place to hide at all. He'd resigned himself to lack of privacy, to everyone knowing his secrets. From feelings jams with his no-longer-moirail, to his sprees of slaughter past. It reminds him how Sam's newer than it feels. That he's old, in terms of being here now.
Still, he keeps that smile up. No reason to bring it down yet. He had a feeling that could change.